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Kane had barely escaped three he had run into. Now there was a horde after him. He could only count 12. They filled the hallway behind him. His breathing was becoming labored. He had to keep his cardio up because of a heart condition. He never knew it would come in handy. He kept running with pistol in hand. There was a door at a dead end of the hallway. He stopped at it. He pushed on it and it didn't budge. He turned and saw the undead scampering and stumbling towards him. He looked at the keypad. He had to run through the codes he memorized. He typed in one.

ACCESS DENIED

He tried another

ACCESS DENIED

He punched the door and screamed at it. "Damn it!" He cursed himself. He turned himself to the encroaching horde. He raised the pistol and took aim. He unloaded the clip, watching the undead fall and trip over the bodies. He hit 9 out of 12 shots. He let the clip fall from the pistol. He knew it was a bad day not to carry his extra clip. He turned and as fast as he could pressed in the final code he knew.

ACCESS DENIED

He kicked the door and turned to meet his fate. He heard a BING and recognized it as the sound of the door lock unlocking. He didn't turn but felt himself thrown backwards. Someone had grabbed his labcoat and yanked him back. He thought he was about to be torn to shreds. Did the zombies figure out a way to open it from the inside?

He heard machine gun fire. He opened his eyes and looked at the door. A soldier with unkempt hair that was down to about his ears. That was the first thing Kane noticed, hair. The soldier was white, but definitely heavy built. He recognized the emblem on his back. He was a MERC. Mercenary Emergency Rescue Capsule. A Capsule was another name for an elite soldier or a gun for hire. These guys were kept in Cryo-sleep unless dire needs arised. This guy could very well be over 100 years old.

The soldier closed the door and dropped the magazine from his assault rifle. He took another clip from his belt and loaded it in. He turned around to reveal penetrating blue eyes. They seemed to freeze Kane where he was. The soldier had a wide set face. High cheekbones, very profound. He had stubble where a beard should be. He hadn't shaved.

"Thought someone was knocking." The MERC said.

Kane fought to find the words. "Uh..y-yeah, um thanks." he spoke slowly attempting to get up.

Moving over to Kane and extending a hand he said,"I'm Pendragon. Silas Pendragon, but I prefer just Pendragon."

Kane took the hand and stood up. "Kane. Kane Winter" Kane offered.

Pendragon nodded and went to the back of the room. He took a pistol from a rack and tossed it Kane's way. Kane barely caught it but got it steady in his hand.

Pendragon spoke,"The pistol is better than the one your using. Here's some ammo." He finished by throwing a few magazined for it his way. Kane caught one, then another and the third impacted against his chest. He put the clips in his belt and loaded the third into the pistol.

----------To be finished at a later date.