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Hey guys and gals at the moment i think this will be the end to the story. I hope you enjoy it 🙂

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Dakota moved with lightning speed sending the recruits head rolling away into the corner and a fountain of blood bursting into a violent but short life as the body crumpled.

Muzzles flashed as the panicked men and women of the 1st armoured let their training take over and their fingers squeezed the trigger. This was quickly brought to an end as a rebounding bullet cracked off the metal floor of the truck and found itself a nice warm home in the butt of Horice.

“Did we hit it?” asked a small voice at the back of the truck. UK’s Finest stepped into the truck his weapon held high and his eyes scanning through the dim light. Nothing seemed to move except Horice withering around on the ground surrounded by Medic Axeell both of whom were making a great examination of the shot arse with their fingers.

“No idea boss.” Octavian flicked on his dying light and let the light fall on a small body at the end of the truck, it appeared to be a pale green colour and didn’t seem to be moving. “Maybe that’s it sir.”

“Well why don’t you go and have a look Oct.” A small gentle push on his back sent Octavian on his way. His hands shook and the barrel of the gun was sent swerving wildly to the left and back to the right, never steady. The body didn’t move even when he was barely a foot away it stayed perfectly still. A quick prod with his gun barrel eased Octavian’s nerves somewhat and placing a hand on its shoulder he was surprised to see his fingers slip into the skin, it was like soft blubber, the skin flaked away at his touch until a bright slimy clear flesh was left, he could see green and blue blood vessels beneath the surface and even the outline of the heart that still beat in a slow steady rhythm.

Dakota felt the blood seeping down her chest from the gaping bullet hole in her shoulder. She watched through the eyes that had once seen some of the greatest sights in history as the beast in her body turned her face towards Octavian.

Octavian looked into a gaping smile of gums and rotting flesh. One of her eyes was bulging from its socket and the other one seemed to have shrunk so it rolled around in the socket.

“Run!” He screamed. Men scrambled for the exit as the dying Dakota leapt over Octavian leaving him sprawled on the ground. He heard a shrill scream and a guttural roar as the decaying beast connected with someone. The handle to the back doors was ahead and Octavian quickly scrambled to it and to his relief it opened and sprawled him out into the clean air of a French night.

Slamming the door behind him Octavian ran back to the side of the truck where the rest of the men were standing guns pointing into the truck.

Suddenly one hand appeared and hauled into the moonlight UK’s Finest, he dragged himself out slowly, inch by inch but Dakota appeared in a split second and pulled him back into the dark depths of the truck. A scream, long and piercing, rent open the peacefulness of the night.

“Grenade,” ordered Octavian.

“Sir?” asked Botham.

“You heard me Private.”

“Yes Sir.” With the grenade in his hand Octavian knew what to do.
The explosion ripped the top of the truck off and sent shards of metal spearing off into the countryside.

The great soldiers of 1st armoured rode off into a rising sun the sight of the fire burnt into their minds.