Jacob looked down on the dead body of Diaz, wondering what to do with it. Surely if they dumped the body outside the plane, the infected would be able to catch its scent. And the last thing they needed was a horde of those things trying to rip them all to pieces. Jacob and his team had gone out to explore the surrounding area, though they had made sure not to venture too far from the safety of the plane. Even with how heavily armed they all were, the sheer noise of the gunfire would attract even more of the infected, and then they would be head over heels in trouble. "You coming with us, Daniel?" One of the soldier's called out, snapping Jacob from his thoughts. Coming with us? "Where the hell are you going?" He asked, leaning back against the wall. "Well, if we all stay here, we're going to die one way or another, whether it be from starvation, or from those damned things out there," the solider said with a reply.<br/><br/>"If you go you there, you're going to die. All of you," Jake responded. "Just look what happened to Andrews.." Andrews had ventured a little too far off from the plane, and hadn't made it back alive. The rest of the team had gone in search of him, and found his dead body being picked to the bones by a group of the infected. But Jake wasn't going to stop them. And he knew he couldn't. Then with that, the rest of the team grabbed their gear, then headed up the stairs to where the cockpit was. The team had been using the large area where the windshield had been as their door. It was high enough off the ground, that no matter what, the infected couldn't get it. Though they had made sure to close off the cockpit well, just in case.<br/><br/>Once the rest of the team was out, Jake made his way up to make sure the door had been latched tight. He sighed softly, then leaned against the door, knowing that with, or without the team, the chance of survival wasn't that great. The plane was crashed out in the middle of Germany, somewhere near the city of Bonn. "Fuck..." he mumbled before turning to hop back down the stairs. The main latch at the back was most likely still functional, though they hadn't chanced using it with the worry they wouldn't be able to get it back  up fast enough, or at all. The emergency lighting in the plane had stopped working months ago, so they'd been stuck with flashlights. Though at night, the team had learned it was best to keep the lights off as to not attract any of the infected.<br/><br/>Just then, Jake heard gun fire, then several screams. He immediately snatched up his rifle, a M4A1 with a scope attached, then sprinted up the steps. He unbolted the door, then climbed out of the cockpit and onto the nose of the large cargo plane before climbing up on top. He brought the rifle up to his shoulder, then looked through the sighs, scanning the area until he saw a solider running back towards the plane, a group of ten infected close on his tail. Jake got down in the prone position,then squeezed his finger down on the trigger, dropping one of the infected, then another. He wasn't quick enough though, as the rest caught up to the soldier, pouncing on him. "Fuck.." Jake murmured, before squeezing the trigger again. And as he did, he saw the soldiers head explode. The infected heard the gunshots, then looked towards the plane. As they were running, Jake had the time to pick them off one by one, as they were a good fifty yards away...<br/><br/>By the looks of i t, the rest of the team had been ambushed as well. "Fuck it.." Jake murmured before standing back up. He needed to find the rest of the team, even if that meant venturing out. it didn';t matter if they were dead or not. They had ammunition, and other critical supplies, and Jake figured they couldn't be more than a football field away from the airplane, if they were all dead that is.<br/><br/>Jake checked his belt and jacket pouches to make sure he had enough ammunition as he made his way back down into the airplane. This hadn't been intended as a stealth mission, but Jake wanted to keep quiet, hence why he'd made sure to pack a silencer. He found his main bag, then dug through one of the pouches, finding what he was looking for. He attached the silencer, which would hopefully cut the noise down enough as not to attract too much attention.<br/><br/>Once he was equipped, Jacob made his way back to the cockpit. He knew he didn't have long before more infected surely arrived, so he started off at a brisk jog, keeping a close look out on the surrounding area. He soon passed the site where the infected and the solider lie dead. Sighing, he continued on, and it didn't take long before Jake stumbled upon the site of the rest of the team. Their bodies laid strewn about in a bloody mess, deep gashes and bite marks left on every part of their bodies. Jake shook his head and sighed, then bent down to pick up one of the supply bags, making sure to be care to not touch any of the blood. And just as he was doing that, he heard movement coming from further down. He glanced up, and to his horror, he saw another group of infected charging towards him through the brush..<br/><br/>Jake jumped up, then with the bag in hand, turned and started for the airplane, sprinting as fast as he could, the infected on his tail...