<b>RE: come take a look!</b><br/><br/>They had put some considerable distance behind them from the military base. The place was crawling. Bastards took out an entire platoon before they were even dressed. Now they were walking down the street, guns ready, Trenton's limp getting slightly worse the longer they went on. Damn his old injuries. That's when they heard it. The moaning and groaning of nothing else but more infected. But then they heard something else. Coughing? Wheezing? The hell? Their guns went up, ready for a fight. Soon the groaning drowned out the coughing. "Everyone get to a building. James, get the SAW ready. I got a bad feeling about this." Mike moved first, kicking down a door to a small apartment, the others following close behind. Dezy knifed a few standing Zed, but the building was relatively empty.<br/><br/>Trent's gut seemed to be right. The street was soon flooded with the damned things. The soldier crouched down, narrowing his eyes. He had seen most of his buddies blown to bits in war, die in his arms, but nothing moved him more then the sight of these things....... eating them. He got all shaky thinking about it. "James, open fire. We can take them. Mike, Dezy, get to higher ground. I'll keep them from getting in the door here." They nodded, snapping the visors of their helmets over their faces before rushing upstairs to the next floor. Trent held up a hand, waiting...... waiting. When everyone was in position, he opened his hand and the fire began. The sound of automatic gunfire ricocheted down the streets, along with the pained grunts and angry moans from the undead. The SAW was doing a good job of mowing the little bastards down, and whatever James missed was hit either with Trent's M16 or one of the other guy's M14's. So far, they were holding out. They would keep holding out until the SAW needed to reload. Then things might get a little hairy.