<b>RE: come take a look!</b><br/><br/>James tilted his head, chuckling and shaking his head. "Oi, I was told to protect you, not to devour your fridge. Besides, I'm not exactly hungry. Between you and me, crocodiles freak the living crap outta me." He shivered a little, leaning against the wall, right next to the window.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Trent and his men were just pulling up to the building where Lillie got her ass kicked by a zombie's tongue. Sounds strange doesn't it? Dezy laughed every time he thought about it, and idly, he checked the ammo on the MMG's on the tank. Finally, they came to a stop and the door opened, Trent's soldiers jumping out first. "Alright guys, looks like we're here. This may be a bad idea, but we need to cover a larger area. We'll be splitting up into teams of two. Rusky, you're with me. I figure that it looks like I piss you off less then the others eh?" Dezy and Mike nodded. "I want radio contact to be maintained at all times. If your radio goes off and you aren't dead, you will be when we regroup. Got it?" Both the men snapped a crisp salute, although they were fighting hard not to smile.