Fear- choni au

Chapter 7

i find it amazing how this is a choni book and some of you are like ...."WHERES FP" when a choni moment happens I'm not being sarcastic I genuinely love it.

Anyways back to the story.
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*before they found the picture*

"It's too quiet out." Fp said as he stood in top of the hill overlooking the small clearing in the woods. The cold icy wind blew over his face his greying hair swishing in the wind.

Alice and Stacy stood on either side of them as they looked over the small village in the clearing.

"There's dead infected." Alice said as she looked through the scope of her gun.

"Hunters?" Stacy assumed. But to Fp the air had a certain pressure in it. As if you didn't know what exactly, but you knew something bad was happening.

"I'll go check it out. Take the right side." Fp asserted cocking his shot gun back and hopping over the ledge straight down onto a shorter hill.

He crouched down low as he searched the area. Not seeing any sign of anything he walked into the town gun close. He decided to walk into the small cabin turning on his flashlight.

He noticed nothing was touched. There was old cans of unopened food, and various things of ammo. If it was a hunter or rouge they'd already be gone. He then heard leaves crackling from outside of the cabin.

Getting low he hid behind the door as he watched a man walk over to the door.

"I'm looking in the cabin." He heard a mans voice shout before the door opened. Fp took his chances and grabbed the young man pulling him into his body. Fp held a knife to his throat a hand covering his mouth.

"Say it's all clear or I'll slit your throat." Fp whispered in his ear. The man nodded as Fp released his hand from over his mouth.

"All clear!" The man shouted and Fp waited a few seconds before pressing the knife into his neck and slicing through it.

He wiped off the blood on the man clothes and through him to the ground. Fp hovered over the man looking at the hat he was wearing.

On the hat was the eagle logo to the federal. He wore the same outfit as the Detroit federal as well. Fp dug into the mans pocket picking out a ID card.

He read the name aloud. "Chuck Clayton" he mumbled and scanned the card finding his stationed place. Detroit.

Standing up Fp slid the card into his pocket and furrowed his eyebrows. The Detroit were looking for them? By how'd they even know he found her? He was cautious and only told Stacy.

His face fell. Stacy couldn't have- he shook his head no. They must've done something on accident.

Fp stepped outside the cabin but stopped when felt two rifles be held to each side of his head. Fp chuckled and looked at the two federal officers.

"Howdy boys," he waved to both of them. They didn't move or change their facial expressions they only narrowed there eyes and tightened the grip on their guns.

In one quick move Fp took out his revolver shooting the man to his left and tackling the guy to his right making him drop his weapon. Fp quickly shot him and ran off to behind a broken car panting slighting.

"Fp Jones," he heard a roguish voice filled the air. "I'm Hiram lodge of the Detroit medical research lab." He called out his voice diabolic.

"Give her up and we will leave." He shouted and Fp's eyes shot close. He pulled a picture out of his back pocket and looked at it. He saw the smiling face of Cheryl blossom and he nervously tapped his finger.