"Sounds good," CW3 Kaine said. "If all we had to worry about was Reanimated Life Forms, but we've got other things to worry about as well. There are gangs of marauders out and about, that have been using this situation for their benifit. That's why I was heading here, hoping that they hadn't hit this place yet hoping that if they hadn't I could set up an ambush to take them down. That way they couldn't kill anymore survivor groups. My last orders that I received was to protect as many Americans as I can from any hostiles."<br/><br/>"I've found a place where a group of survivors had been holed up," CW3 Kaine said grimly. "The Reanimates didn't get to them... There was signs that they had been attacked by an armed force, the suvivors had been able to kill one of their attackers. A real nasty looking customer wearing a hell of a lot of gang tats. Just be thankful we aren't in California... When this shit got out of hand, the state government ordered all of the prisons to release their guests into the area..."<br/><br/>"The map that I've got says that there is a maximum security prison not that far from here," CW3 Kaine said frowning. "Please God, don't let them have turned those thugs loose..."<br/><br/>CW3 Kaine looked at the large group of zombies that was slowly making it's way towards the Wal-Mart and swore under his breath.<br/><br/>"Here take this," CW3 Kaine said as he handed the man one of his handgrenades. "If you think you need it, just pull the pin and toss it, and then take cover. I don't even know your name, and here I am giving you a handgrenade. What's your name?"