<b>RE: come take a look!</b><br/><br/>James nodded, standing up and restrapping his gun to his back before lifting Lillie up, jogging as steadily as he could downstairs and to the medical room. "You okay hun?" he asked, laying her down on the medical bed before heading for the radio. He zoned in on his squads frequency, fully knowing that they would all hear this. "Trent, Dezy, Mike, me and Lillie figured something out. There might be more of those special infected things. That thing with the tongue, that's called a Smoker. The thing we punted off the roof is called a Witch."<br/><br/>"Woah, woah, you mean to tell me that we're fighting zombies out of a fucking video game?" Trent was shocked. Dezy and Mike came to a dead stop, their jaws having fallen open. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me!" James shook his head.<br/><br/>"No, I'm pretty sure about this Trent." Trent sighed, shaking his head. Dezy called in. "Oi, you think we should regroup?"<br/>"No, we continue with the mission. We need to find medical supplies, and ammo." Dezy looked over to Mike and shrugged, continuing to move down the road. Down the hall, gurgling could be heard. Gurgling and burping. It sounded rather nasty.