So, they were finally here. Perfect. I shouldered a heavy sling bag over my lithe frame and strolled into the corridor silently. I strung my bow and nocked an arrow. A silent arc silenced a moaning figue. Now for the hard part. I clambered out of the window and down the rusted fire escape, not bothering to stay silent. I broke my fall with a roll and jogged slowly to my bicycle. It was customised to take the weight of two and cross uneven terrain with evident ease.<br/><br/>I unchained the bike and swung my leg violently over the metal frame. Now what? It was early morning, I could ride around and pick off some Infected. No that was way too stupid. Laughing slightly, I kick off the rough pavement and begin to ride. The experiment has left its advantages on me, with stamina and stealth on my side I struggle on.