"-Come in survivior- speak to me son," Came the words faintly.<br/><br/>Trevor shook his head. Wow, there was a survivor from outside? The majority of the human population had shifted up to the north pole, in order to surviver against the sheer number of zombies. Trevor reached for the radio but Edward cut him off, "Leave it. Our survival is what matters the most here, not some random straggling weakling." Trevor nodded and returned to a window.<br/><br/>The infected were having a hell of a time, climbing slowly on the slippery ascent. Streams of bullets cut down the struggling mass,  returning the undead into their original state. Bodies.<br/><br/>Heaving breaths. Trevor turned. A wounded man staggered in, holding his hands over his head. Edward walked forward," Bitten?"<br/><br/>"Yes." Silence.<br/><br/>Edward raised his pistol and fired. The body tumbled to the concrete floor. "See to that you are never bitten. Once bitten you are already dead." Edward announced to the stunned men. "Fire! It's irritating when you don't shoot at the designated targets."