The flood were swarming over me, compressing my chest with their weight. I started to black out... then they exploded into small fleshy particles as they were ripped apart by 5x23mm ammunition. I lifted my head to see Jack standing there with an M7 Caseless SMG, the barrel of the weapon still smoking. "Looks like I've saved your sorry ass again Taylor, are you sure you're a spartan?" Jack said to me, "How about I knock you out? Will that answer you're question?" I said jokingly. "Hell Jack, I doubted I'd ever see you again! This place is crazy!" Jack started to place my spare weapons in the warthog, "I know, we're holding up at an Comms post and we're trying to get through to command but there's been no luck so far." Diana spoke through my external speakers "That's where I had him headed, wouldn't have been a problem if that infected Brute hadn't shown up," Jack laughed, "I know how inconvenient!". The Marine in the warthogs turret shouted to Jack "Sir, scouts say there's a massive horde travelling in our direction, we best get moving!". Jack nodded "Taylor, this is Corporal John Smithson, Corporal this is Chief Petty Officer Taylor S-034. No time for Chit-Chat, let's move." I climbed into the passenger seat and Jack floored it towards the Communication post...