In the London Police Department HQ in the streets of Western London a small group of people huddle at the chief's desk in the back of the station. A man lays a map down on the table, 5 people looking at it "They were last seen here. "Yeah, and it's a mess there", a man in rags said. The head of the group, a man in a black hoodie and gray cargo pants, with a skull painted on his mask nodded slowly "Positive. We don't leave people behind.". The woman in the group shook her head "We're risking all of our lives doing this..."

They started to hear banging on the doors, and the windows. The scratching and clawing was recognized as that of the "clots". "Clots, front doors and the windows!" Everyone hid behind desks and chairs, preparing for the attack that would follow. The head of the group peeked out of his cover as the doors flew off of their hinges, two "clots" falling into the room before getting to their feet. They searched, screeching and growling lowly as they scanned for potential food.

"I'll get these two." the head of the group said as he checked the magazine in his MK23. He shot twice taking their heads off as their bodies fell to the floor. The gunshots alerted the horde outside, the windows were smashed in as more of the "clots" fell through the windows. The rest of the group got out of cover, and started to sprint through the hallways of the police station. Behind them "Husks" shot at the walls next to the group, grunting and following them..

They agreed to a plan and eventually found themselves in the evidence room of the police station. The group all turned flashlights and looked around before shutting the doors and pushing metal desks infront of them. "That should give us some time." the leader stated before making his way up and into the streets. As they made their way, a spider like creatures charged with the horde through the doors and tackled one of the group. The leader stabbed it through the head, and helped his now blood covered teammate to his feet as they ran to the church.

They were just at the entrance to the subway now, the leader of the group unlocking it when they heard the revving of a chainsaw by the church. "SCRAKE!" The man in rags yelled as they barreled into the subway. Inside, several more soldiers, in make shift armor greeted them. "We've got a scrake on our tail, help us out!" they men nodded and grabbed a hold of a M99, loading a .50 BMG round. He took aim, and blew the "Scrake"'s head clean off of it's body. Inside the subway station, a man asked him "How do you stomach doing all of this?" the leader replied "That's the job we took, we all knew what it would mean to survive in this hell. It's what we do, it's who we are.