<b>RE: come take a look!</b><br/><br/>(I'm baaaaaaack. Didja miss me?)<br/><br/>James shook his head, laughing. "What, you think all we use knives for is killing things? Stay still, that itch will never bother you again." He sighed, re-sheathing his knife. "Your loss hun. These things make great back scratchers."<br/><br/><br/>(Damn muse, I ask you to get back to camp, and you give us a picture of a sword? Bad boy!<img alt=":D" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite8" data-shortname=":D" loading="lazy" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" title="Big Grin    :D"/>)<br/><br/>The soldiers had done well, at least they had in Trent's eyes. Now they needed to hurry back and get those supplies stored away, or in Lillie's case, used. They made their way downstairs, luckily for them with no interruptions. There didn't seem to be alot of zombies around when the special infected made their appearances, which Trent couldn't help but be worried about. Why didn't any of the Horde ever show up? Were they getting smarter? They couldn't be.