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Solomon only stayed put for a moment before looking for an exit. The Carriers had broken into the shops below, and it would only be a matter of time before they charged through his feeble attempt at a barricade. The dark night began to finally fade away as his eye adjusted to everything around him. He walked towards the ledge and looked across to the other rooftops. Thankfully, the construction of these slums had been close together, and that meant he'd be able to cross with ease.

"I'm not dyin' on this fucking roof" He mumbled, hoping the gap to the next building.

Sol passed over the streets quietly and quickly, stopping after about four minutes when he heard The Infected smash onto the rooftop he'd fortified. He glanced back and ducked down into the shadows, hoping to avoid contact with the beasts. They sniffed around a little, grunting all the while, then finally returned into the shop when they could find no trace of Sol. He sighed, the panic present before melting away slowly, though not completely. He'd still have to get off of the roofs and find shelter.

Further down the line, he stopped when he noticed less Infected in the streets below. This new area seemed somewhat clear of chaos, so he took his chances and climbed down a fire escape. When his feet hit the pavement, he followed some signs of Enforcer presence, even though he wasn't looking to ask them for assistance. What he needed was a proper weapon and this chair leg wasn't going to cut it. The trail led him to an Enforcer encampment that had been overrun and abandoned. To his dismay, he found no firearms or radio. As Sol stalked through the phantom station, the sound of running footsteps caused him to spin around. Luckily, he was able to catch the boy before he could attack him and tossed him to the floor. The Carrier, a child no older than 10, thrashed and cried out under Sol's shoe. He attempted to reason with the boy several times, even though he knew it was a lost cause. With a heavy heart, Sol did what had to be done and brought his heel down upon the boy's face several times until the Carrier stopped moving. He stood silently over the child for several minutes, wondering if he had done the right thing, but decided to continue when he realized it couldn't have been any different.

At the back of the camp, Sol found an old service entrance into the tram tunnels. Since The Infected had been walking the streets, and since he had luck sticking to the shadows, he made his way into London's lower levels. The darkened tracks were lit only by a flashing red warning light on the ceiling, which gave him enough line of sight to keep himself safe. He walked sometime before hearing several gunshots and yelling in the distance. Perhaps some survivors had taken to the tunnels as well? His better judgment told him to stick this out alone, but the idea of firearm protection outweighed his worries. He began to follow the ruckus until he could see a figure running towards him. It moved different than The Infected, and didn't carry the bulk of an Enforcer. Sol figured this was his chance to find some help and he called out to the shadowy figure.

"Oi! You ain't Infected, are ya? You got weapons?" Sol called to what he could now see was a man.

As the man got closer, Sol was shocked at how irony could show itself, even in these situations. Trotting towards him was Thomas West, the man he'd met in the back of the police van. He hoped their brief encounter would be enough for a possible alliance.