<span style="font-style: italic">Why me?</span>Knight thought looking through the window of the house.<span style="font-style: italic">My entire life has been fucked up. My girlfriend dead, friends that were turned and I was forced to kill, the infection in myself, now not able to get to anymore of my adrenaline, broken leg.</span>These thoughts ran through his head, when suddenly he realized something was wrong.<br/><br/>There should be more people here. Plus the mass of infected attracted by the gunshot were nearing. He had to get to his hummer no matter the pain or he was dead. He picked up his radio.<br/><br/>"Pier One is sabotaged. I fired shots and it attracted a mass of infected the surruonding area is realatively clear. I suggest we meet at the Brooklyn Navy yard its about 10 miles northwest of Pier One." Knight shut off his radio and painfully made his way to his hummer. he got in and waited for a reply on his radio.