"Janice! Run! Get far away from here! Leave the Dome!" yelled a man in his mid thirties, as he pushed a young girl the age of 20 through the crowd of police that swarmed around the home which just a few seconds ago. Was a quaint and inviting place, "But Dad! The infect -." She stopped mid-sentence when her father was forced to the ground.

"Stay down! Stop or we'll shoot!" yelled the man behind the visor, he kept a tight grip on Janice's father as he squirmed and wriggled like a caterpillar. Janice stopped dead but could see where her father was trying to go, a cabinet not far away from where she was standing was filled with guns of all types. Also med kits and ammo, "Sweetie, I know your strong. Now please run…I know you don't like it here so go! I love you OK? Promise me you'll survive this…Promise me…"

Janice stared at her dad in shock of his words, she mumbled quietly so only her dad could hear, "Thank you Dad…I-I love you…" she finished with a nod and watched her father wink at her and grin.

The man's concentration was all on the young woman in front of him; he had slightly loosened his grip on the father's shirt but knew he wouldn't try anything. Or so he thought, Janice was the first to make a move and jumped behind a table that blocked her from view. Bullets flew over the top of the table as screams erupted from the other men that had stormed into the building, her father made the next move and kicked the young man off his stomach and caught their attention.

Janice scrambled over to the cabinet in anxiety, she heard the men point their guns at her dad. Or were they pointing at her? She didn't have time to look back as she ripped open door and quickly picked up an Assault Rifle, M16 and a med kit.

"Look! She's getting away!" one of the men cried from behind the crowd of armored men as they suddenly realized what their main objective was, "Run my lil girl!" she heard her father yell as Janice entered the streets and continued sprinting until she reached a convenient store. She trudged down to the side of the store and slowly fell to the ground, tears rolled down her cheeks as she processed what had gone on in the place she used to call home.

After what seemed like an eternity, she wiped away the tears on her sleeve of her purple and green striped long sleeves shirt; Janice stood up again and decided to get out of this place. She ran for approximately 2 hours, stopping for snacks and resting up. Or crying behind a building letting reality seep in, finally she arrived and stared at the green see through glass wall.

Her body felt tired and her mind was emotionally killing her, was her father still alive? Would she ever get out of this hell hole? More negative questions like these buzzed through her head, she picked up a small clip board with DNA analysis imprinted on the screen. She pressed her thumb against the board and an ID popped up, then a robotic male voice started talking. "Janice Flute, age 20, sex F, blood type A, have a nice day."

The voice commented listing all the technical or important info about her, the glass folded back as though somebody was folding paper. Janice took one last look at her home town then walked outside. Hearing the glass shift back into its normal position, she heard the growls of what sounded like an animal. But she knew what it really was, it was the infected.

Authors Note: OK now I think this will be much better, please tell me if you like it more then the other story I made called 5 Survivors. I'll delete the other one if I get a good amount of agreements.

Disclaim: Janice Flute, Dad/Kane Flute, AnntheHedgehog.
Infected, CEDA/Policemen, Valve Corp.