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Having fled from New York after the attack from the combined forces of the FBI and the CIA to capture him, Dan hadn't expected the world to drop into chaos with the dead coming back to life. He wasn't too sure how it actually worked but didn't want to stay around to find out. So he did the one thing he was good at. He ran and continued to run. Staying away from populated places and larger city's along with keeping a low profile in the smaller states and city's and towns he came across. His last communication with Gibbs let him know that he, Tiego and Adion where heading somewhere safer and that they would be fine. That was months ago and still several groups of two sometimes three or four Agents continued to track him.

Dan shuddered as he recalled the last time two of those assholes had gotten their hands on him, pain ripping through him as he recalled how they had shot Scar in the head when he tried to protect him. He had lost it that day and took a lead pipe lying on the ground to their heads. When he came to, he was standing outside a building that was run down, the pipe still in his hand and two faint images of two guys fighting, and one of them held the same pipe he did. Grimacing he had dropped the pipe and hurried away. He found the street where Scar had been shot, ignored the two dead bodies and lifted his pet wolf into his arms and walked away.

That day, reaching the rundown shack he had been staying in, Dan had laid the dead wolf on the ground packed up what he had with him, strapped on the katana that Gibbs had sent him and left. He had set the shack on fire as he walked away, the flames and glow from it casting him into the shadows which is where he returned. That had been months ago and now here he was, alone and dodging not only flesh eating zombies but also FBI and CIA agents, still.

Ducking into an ally way, after making sure it was safe, Dan pressed back into the shadows and watched as several agents rushed across the opening to the ally, ducking behind a slimy dumpster when one stopped and flashed on a flash light to scan the area. He watched from behind the dumpster as the man stepped into the ally way, but paused when several shouts and gun shots rang out in the direction his companions had gone. He sighed when the man let out a curse and rushed from the ally and towards the shouts and gun shots, as well as the groans of the dead.

Sighing Dan laid his head back against the wall behind him and closed his eyes, as he listened to the shouts and gun shots slowly dwindled down and held his breath as he listened to the faint arguing before hearing the footsteps hurrying and breathed in relief. Though they had left, Dan knew better than to leave his hiding spot and stay crouching from quit a while. It wasn't until the sunlight started to fade that he decided it was safe and slowly crawled out from behind the dumpster and grimaced slightly at the slim on his trench but ignored it as he slowly made his way to the edge of the ally way and pressed back against the wall of the building to his left and peeked around the corner. His wisteria eye's trailed over the street and down to the corner grimacing when he saw several dead zombies sprawled out on the street and the sidewalks. Only to grin when he saw a fresh body in a black suite with sunglasses on laying still with a chunk out of his neck and a bullet hole between his eyes. "One down and hundreds to go." he muttered, chuckling softly as he stepped out of the ally and hurried across the street to the other side.

"Time to find something to eat that isn't Kidney Beans and is actually fresh." he muttered as he headed for the small grocery store he had passed while running from the Agents, his thoughts on whither or not Gibbs and the other two were safe, let alone still alive. "He better be." he muttered as he scanned the area and slipped into the story via the busted window and clicked on the flash light he had snagged a few days ago.