"Nah, they were too expensive..." Utem pulled himself over the edge of the river bed and looked at the others, hopefully they would get a safe place to rest soon. It was clear most needed it, heck, all of them needed it. He straightened his rifle so it would be on his side and began moving, following the three women. His priority was still Ashleigh's safety, since it was the mission, but he would do what he could to keep the team safe. He had his reserves on Jake, but he seemed to have had his share of the infected. So he might be useful. Derrick...No, he could get eaten for what he cared. He chuckled silently at the idea and shook his head.<br/><br/>Utem remained alert and ready, a finger lined along the body of the rifle and close to the trigger. He could feel the tingling sensation returning to his legs, he was tired and the bags were beginning to feel heavy. He adjusted the straps of both and kept on walking at the same pace and careful not to step on a branch, moving as silently as possible.<br/><br/>The view was somewhat relaxing. The wilderness and the sounds of the forest almost got him to relax, almost. Danger was looming over them and he was well aware of it. The feeling of calmness that the wilderness conveyed seemed to him like the sweet scent of rotting meat that drew the flies to the Venus flytrap. Certainly not a poetic comparison but it was quite accurate for their position. His eyes wandered to Ashleigh and then Franka. Ashleigh had been quite shaken before, he wondered how she was faring now. Franka, on the other hand, felt all this like an everyday routine. She was clearly not the type of woman that would let anything get in her way to get what she wanted. This could be a trap to ensure weapons and supplies for the survivors. Still, it was a risk worth taking, if there was a place to rest and supplies, they would need it.<br/><br/>His head worked on auto for the rest of the trek and when he was aware of it, they were already inside the area overlooking the house. He found a mental note on the architecture and another on getting both Franka and Jake, the idiot had spoken outloud, a functional comm device. He dropped the bags and took four bottle with a spray head on them and after applying one on his gloves and the bottles, handed one to Hackett, Ashleigh and Derrick. "Use these before removing your gear, it is supposed to kill anything that remains on the blood splatter. It has about 10 to 15 uses for a layer on all the body." He crumpled a note that came with them, he had worked on the formula when he was on the research area so it was most likely something he had written or helped write. It was mostly hydrogen peroxide and other agents, something you could prepare withthings bought on a pharmacy. He sprayed himself all over, when it touched the droplets of blood they sizzled and bubbled before losing all color.<br/><br/>Once satisfied he stored his bottle on one of the bags and picked one on each hand, pushing the rifle to his back. "Where to now?" He asked deciding to trust this was not a trap.