The beams of red light closed on Toby quickly, one always staying back and watching the other way, camped at the intersection of two sections of pipe to watch for any more Infected.  They were quiet again as they closed, just the sound of heavy breathing, the lot were winded from trying to get there on time, and the subtle clink and clank of gear and weapons.  None spoke, and none could be made out past the lense flare of their lights, but once they were close one's flashlight winked out and his rifle was dropped to hang from a one point harness hooked high on his shoulder.<br/><br/>Another knelt near by and unslung his pack, apparently digging through it for something, while the third calmly knelt next to the 'dead' Infected and produced a knife, casually pinning it's head onto one side to insert the long blade into it's ear, the knife then worked much like a blender.  They had learned their lessons about not being thurough...or they were just unnecessarily cruel.<br/><br/>The one who's light had been turned off approached Toby, the flashlight clipped to his shirt illuminating him just enough to reveal a filthy military uniform, their rain ponchos packed away once they entered the sewers to avoid the annoying swish-swish-swish of the rain resistant fabric.  Before the flashlight could reveal the man's face though it was calmly plucked free from his shirt and turned on Toby, flashing at his face for a moment then to inspect the wound closer.<br/><br/>Still none spoke, and the white light of Toby's flashlight revealed an expensive looking hard case pulled free from the other man's pack, and opened to reveal a handfull of vials and syringes, one of which was taken up and filled with whatever the vials held.  "Doesn't look Infected.  Give him the shot then patch him up, Doc."  The man's voice seemed to lack something.  It almost sounded hollow, probably the voice of a man that had made past the point of being bone weary.  Toby was left pinned to the wall, the one that had been checking on him clicking the flashlight off and tucking it away in a pocket for now, his rifle taken up again and moving to join the fourth man watching the tunnels.<br/><br/>"Don't worry buddy, we're here to help.  Going to give you a shot of Panacea then I'll get that thing's arm out of your shoulder.  Think you're going to be okay...those ones are real careful about not killing their victims too quick."  This man's voice was much the same; someone that had lost the spark of life, as if he had no energy left.  But at least he was talking to Toby, unlike the other three that now seemed to be ignoring him entirely as they watched out for anything else lurking in that section of the sewers.