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Story: As Project Alice took siege among the biohazardous threat in America, a small group of survivors in London have pushed their way to the clock tower of Big Ben, a small rustic tavern, and St. James' Cathedral. Where they made their home bases inside the Cathedral and continued to keep contact within each building through short wave radio's. The infection of the zombies has spread through London like wildfire, leaving only few alive in it's streets. As day arises the survivors travel in search of food, and better shelter, trying to stay alive. At night they hide in their buildings trying to stay alive from the attacks of the more night advantaged zombies. They've gotten wind of a British bases 800 feet underground called the 'Hive' and it's associates in America and various other countries, where food, and impenetrable protection. The last transmission of the day from Big Ben clock tower, was "We've got to get to the hive...."

Altair kneeled eagle style on the very top edge of Big Ben as he looked down, at the infected below. He paid no heed to them as he sat there looking around at his surroundings. "........" He could see the cathedral from afar, seeing someone sitting on the very top of it. "hmmm......." Before he could muster anymore thought forward he heard a scream and looked down seeing a survivor running for his life from the infected. "damn!...." Altair had not much time to think as he stood up and jumped off the edge of the 400ft tall clock tower free falling as he sped towards the survivor. He readied his assassin's blade on the wrist of his left hand holding it out ready to strike. As he landed a cloud of dust shot up and only thing to be heard was the crunch of the infecteds' body being crushed and stabbed in the head by the sharp pointed blade. "die....." Altair muttered as he stood up. "Are you ok?...." He asked the survivor from under his white hood.

Altair heard the click of the shotgun pin being pulled back and jumped out of the way, grabbing the person by the neck with his right forearm holding the now bloodied steel point up to her neck. "It's not nice to point guns at other living people....." Altair whispered as he took a glance upward seeing the infected behind him. "So you've brought friends......." Instinctively He reached his left hand downward grabbing five small steel knives, flicking his wrist backwards hearing the whistle of the blades flying to their targets. With a loud pop the skulls of each one smashed open hearing a thud of each body dropping like a stone.

Altair couldn't help but pity the poor girl as her cheeks were filled with a rosy color and heat from crying. "bah...." He sighed and picked her up with ease setting her on his shoulder. "You're too young to be out all alone....c'mon lets get you inside." Altair sad wiping up a tear from her cheek. "Where's your parents?....." He asked as he brought her and the survivor to the clock tower. The daylight was edging away, as they walked back. Altair looked up and sprang forward running at a break neck pace to the tower now, holding the girl in his arms. "Get inside!" He yelled to the survivor, as he slid to a halt infront of the large iron doors. Altair set the girl down and opened the doors motioning for the two to get inside as he threw another knife taking out an infected. "Go, go!"

Altair slammed the doors shut, and turned yelling commands to the survivors who could fight. "Quick! Kill the infected, conserve your ammo though! and watch out for the nocturnal infected! Go go!" He yelled out seeing everyone rush to their spots gunfire echoing throughout the tower. Altair had then knelt down next to Alexandra. "what's your name?.....and what were you doing out there?"

"I'm an assassin for the military, and a sniper....though i'm not your conventional sniper. My bullets are throwing knives....." Altair replied putting a hand on her shoulder gently. "Your parents were bitten huh?..." He felt a deep sympathy for the girl, knowing how she felt. "I've lost countless friends to these damned infected....not much i could've done about it then though...." Altair then stood up and looked up to see a person struggling. "Help that man!" He yelled to the other survivors once more trying to keep things under control. "Where's the radio man?!...." [Survivor]"Over there!...." The man pointed with a grimy, oil covered finger towards a small meek little man in the corner messing with equipment found among the streets. [Radio Man]"I'm working on it Altair!...I've got a weak signal but it's getting better." [Altair]"Good...see if you can't get ahold of the people in home base. The Cathedral has been quiet for sometime....and what of the Tavern?" [Radio Man]"Gone....it caught fire and burned to a crisp...what few survivors that got away were soon taken by the infected." [Altair]"Damn....so it's just us and the Cathedral base now." He gripped his hand tightly shut, as a sadness washed over him. "Well Alexandra....at least we got you safely to a secure location." He smiled slightly and looked up once more checking on the fighting.

Altair had finally finished giving orders and walked around inspecting the area. "Keep your posts guarded people....This tower is thick but even the nocturnal infected can get through no problem." Altair walked up a flight of steps to see the recently rescued survivor. "What's your name?....and are you able to fight?" he asked the man who sat on the floor. {Survivor]" My name is James Blanchfield....I can fire a gun but i doubt i'd be very accurate..." [Altair]"well James...pick up a gun and start practicing on the infected faces..." Altair said with a malice in his voice as he turned on his heels going back around the tower once more as he then headed back downstairs. He stopped upon coming up to Alexandra. "Is this your family?...."he asked with a mild curiosity sitting down next to her. "Also would you like something to eat?....we don't have much to give but it's better than nothing." He continued with a smile on his lips.

Altair nodded, and shrugged. "It's ok....it's better that we respect our parents wishes. You have full permission to stay with us, but you can leave if you like." He looked down at her with a warming smile, and then pulled his hood lower over his face. "I've got to get back to my post for the night....if you need me i'll be on the top floor ok?" Altair stood up and then sprinted off up the stairs, going flight after flight until he had reached the clock works themselves. "Here i go....again." He muttered to himself as he looked out a small window for any movement that was unwanted.