Chapter 21: ?
Singh ran through the steamy, tropical jungle, his pursuer not far behind. He crashed through the undergrowth, jumped over exposed roots of ancient trees and clambered over giant rocks, but they matched his every move. Suddenly, Singh tripped over something and went face first into the ground, sliding a couple of metres to a complete stop. Singh immediately gathered his senses, turned over and found himself staring down the barrel of a menacing Pistol. Singh lay there for a minute, pondering what he should do, looking between the gun and the mysterious figure, whose face was hidden in the shadows of a jet-black hood. Singh decided what to do and, without warning, used his right hand to twist away the pistol from the assailant’s hands, used his left hand to help his legs lift him off the ground and then pointed the pistol into the stranger’s hood. Singh then swore he heard the stranger chuckling, then the figure let out an evil, bone-chilling laugh.
Then Singh heard crashing and spun around. He saw that all around the forest, Infected were shambling towards him. Some were rising out from the dirt and undergrowth, some were coming over the rises in the landscape that surrounded Singh’s location, all were moaning. Singh twisted back to the figure, whose face Singh could now see. The man had a cut down the area of his left eye, giving the pupil and iris a barely visible milky-blue colour. The man had deep olive skin, a white beard and his other burned a brilliant blue. “You knew this was coming, Singh” he growled. Singh kept swinging the gun from the targets drawing ever closer. “You knew this was coming, yet you told no-one,” Singh turned to the man “now, Singh, you shall learn the true height of your folly!” The man de-materialised into nothingness, leaving Singh to his fate. Singh swung the gun from Zombie to Zombie, trying to shoot, but his fingers would not obey. At that moment Singh realised what he feeling. Terror.

At that moment, Singh felt Terror. Sheer, Pure, Terror.

Chapter 22: ?
Singh’s eyes flew open as he jolted upright. He was panting heavily and sweating profusely. With wild eyes, he scanned his surroundings. Bed, Monitor, Curtains, Railings, Vinyl Floor, Blankets, Figure, phew, Singh let out a sigh of relief not the jungle....wait a sec. His gaze turned to the figure, a man in a white surgical coat, white combat boots and a white surgical mask. He also was wielding a transparent acrylic clipboard.
“Good to see you’re up” the Doctor said in a heavy Georgian accent. He walked up to the monitor to check it. Singh gave him a withering glare, but the doctor paid Singh no heed, as he was more concerned with Singh’s readings.
Always a sign to a good Doctor.
The Doctor then flipped through some notes on his clipboard and proceeded out of the room. “When can I go?” Singh called, just as the Doctor was about to exit. The Doctor froze, one hand mid-way into moving aside one of the green curtains. “Right now. Fresh clothing is in the bag underneath your bed. You will also find a map on your phone. Proceed to the marked location.” And then the Doctor was gone before Singh could utter another word. Singh glanced around to make sure no-one was looking, then got out of his medical robe and whipped on the clothes. He slung the duffel bag over his shoulder and opened his phone and checked the map. Now I know where it is he thought then set off to check out the ship, or whatever this was. As Singh explored the labyrinth of corridors, he noticed that the Doctor was the only person he’s seen so far on this ship. “That’s Odd” he exclaimed to himself. After a time of aimless wandering, Singh happened upon a grey bulk-head door with the signature Black and Yellow striped pattern on the top and bottom of the door. Singh turned towards the door to see if he could open it. He turned the crank a couple of times, and was surprised that it twisted the rest of the way when he gave it a swing. Well Oiled he thought as he opened the door and walked out to face a pile of boxes and crates.
Singh eyed a ladder off to his left that led up to a deck. He climbed the stairs onto the deck and was amazed at what he saw. Around the railings of the ship at equal intervals were .50 Machine guns. There were stacks of crates and boxes, some of which, Singh was sure of, contained weapons and ammunition. There were also people in U.N. Navy uniforms wearing the signature Sky-Blue Beret of the Navy personnel shouting orders and running all over the place. However, what took up the main part of the deck truly amazed Singh.
What he saw row upon row of Cougar APVs and Strykers. Coupled with the giant, orange, squarish arches towering above the deck, it all looked like some factory from the future.
“Mr. Virdi, Sir!” yelled someone off to Singh’s right. Singh looked down to see a man in about his early 20’s and judging by his accent, Russian. He was dressed in that new type of Jungle camouflage and was holding a clipboard not unlike the doctor’s.
“Yes?” replied Singh.
“You’re wanted by the Captain. Follow me Sir!” and then the man took off down the door from where Singh came from. Singh played a sort of ‘Cat & Mouse’ with the man trying to catch up to him through the maze of corridors. Once Singh had caught up him the man, he was exhausted.
“Are you ready to see the Captain?” asked the man, showing no signs of exhaustion.
“I just ran the amazing Race trying to keep up with you, of course I’m not F—king ready!” replied a rather angry Singh between breaths.
“Okay, Okay, no need to swear”.
Singh groaned. Both of them stood there in silence for a couple whilst Singh caught his breath.
“Ready now?” Singh took a deep breath.
“Yes.” The man turned the crank until the door opened with a creak. He then led Singh up some stairs out onto what looked like Operations room. Up there, Singh had an even better view out onto the deck.
“Ah, you must be Colonel Singh Virdi.” A rather shocked Singh turned to the voice, having not heard his name with honorific’s in over 5 years. He looked to his left and saw a man aged roughly in his 50’s dressed in one of those incredibly cliché Captain’s uniforms you see in movies such as WALL-E. What differed were the rows of honour Badges and Medals pinned to the right chest area of his uniform and the very Civil-War-esque Sabre strapped to his waist. Singh had a funny feeling that wasn’t for show.
“Uh, yeah, Singh’s my name”
“Great to meet you, I’m Vladimir Kozlov” said the Captain, extending a gloved hand. Singh took the hand with a firm grip and shook lightly. Singh then let go and asked “What did you want to see me for?”
“Me? Oh not me, them” Singh turned around and saw Amzi and Several Commanding Officers. After Singh had exchanged some lack-lustre greetings, Amzi was the first to speak.
“Singh, I wish to go over the final plans to our operation in South America and I could really use some of that progidical tactical expertise you are claimed to have.”
“Firstly, were is everyone?”
“They’re out on the deck-“
“The Scientists!”
“In their Quarters”
“Bring Alena and Sean up here; I want to know if they’re all right.” Amzi hesitated, and then told Alena and Sean to meet him in the Operations Room. The room stood in an eerie silence until the noise of Sean Alena approaching the room broke it. Alena was first to enter the room. She turned to Amzi, oblivious of Singh’s presence, as was Sean. “Yes, Sir?” asked Alena.
“I didn’t call for you, he did” replied Amzi. Alena and Sean turned around, confused. However, their faces lit up when they saw Singh. Singh had trouble keeping on his feet when Alena leaped at him, arms outstretched for a big hug. The embrace lasted a couple of minutes, then Alena let go. Singh swayed for a bit as he gathered his senses. After he was steady, Singh greeted Sean. “Now?” the three looked at Amzi, who was looking at them rather puzzled.
“Let’s do it” replied Singh.

Chapter 23: 10th August, 2013
The South American Coast-Line neared.
On the deck of the amphibious transport ship Devil’s Hornet the Special Forces Soldiers and Scientists were arrayed, column by column, in front of Amzi. “Okay Listen up!” yelled Amzi “When we deploy, I want all Scientists in the Cougar APV, call sign Eco. Eco will be escorted by 4 Strykers, call-signs Tom 1, 2, 3 & 4 respectively. We will journey to the military base in Single-file. Tom 1, followed by Tom 2, then Eco, Tom 3 and Tom 4.” Amzi stopped and stared out across the men & women. His tone softened. “You have placed your lives in my hands, and I can have no greater honour. However I failed in my duty at the Airfield, but by God and the Devil himself, I will NOT fail again!” Amzi paused, gathering up some more words. “Look upon yourselves and your comrades, for you are the pioneers of a New Age, a New People and a New World,” he paused again “Let’s move out”. He was shocked that his entire Platoon all came out and congratulated him as they moved down to their transports. But after about a couple of hours, everyone had gone below deck, leaving Amzi and the Captain, James Harvey standing on the deck. “Pretty Moving Speech” commented Harvey.
“Thanks, people have always been saying I’d make a good Politician. They smiled for a bit then went to check on Amzi’s platoon.

Chapter 24: 10th August, 2013
It was dark when the Devil’s Hornet landed on the beach. It lowered its front ramp to disgorge Two Strykers, a Cougar APV and another Two Strykers. The five vehicles drove across the beach into the expansive jungle that awaited them. Harvey watched the convoy disappear into the murky darkness of the trees from the deck of his ship.
“Good Luck” wished James Harvey in his native tongue, Japanese, as the ship lifted its ramp and powered away from the beach.

Chapter 25: 11th August, 2013
The column had been driving through the jungle all throughout the night in complete silence, bar the occasional radio chatter, the snapping of Jungle Debris underneath the wheels of the Vehicles and the drone of their engines. As they penetrated deeper and deeper into the Jungle, the more treacherous their path became. Eventually, the Convoy had the slow to a crawl as they passed precariously close to a slope that led down to a strangely idyllic-looking beach. Well as Idyllic as a beach can look with Zombies stalking through a maze of junk and Vehicles. A couple of the Soldiers wanted to open fire, but Amzi ordered them not to. Why? “The fate of humanity is FAR more important than a couple of Zombies”. The Soldiers’ argument was silenced, but their weapons were still trained on the Zombies on the beach.