The gunshot echoed off the walls and Rob saw a bullet hitting the wall not 5 feet from his face. He cursed and took cover. Was that one of his soldiers or an infected with a gun? His heart almost skipped a beat. Great. Now they were stuck. Rob weighed his options.<br/><br/>Stand in place? Great, but that would lead nowhere. He couldn't engage openly because he would risk being riddled with holes as soon as he enters the main hall. He couldn't shoot from behind the corner because he didn't know where to aim and he only had 10 rounds left, not enough for the possible 100 infected still roaming the facility. Besides, he didn't know if this wasn't friendly fire, so aiming blindly risked killing a fellow survivor.<br/><br/>Go back? He could walk away from the entrance hall and lure the mysterious shooter into following, maybe, but what if it was an infected? Rob would risk hiding safely somewhere to prepare an ambush while the deranged killer massacres Luc and the other civilians. No.<br/><br/>Neither was good. Retreating, engaging, or standing where he is, no one of these options were good enough unless he knew who he was dealing with and where they were. Talk? Why the hell not, it's not like they didn't know where he was. He decided to give it a try.<br/><br/>"Eiah..." His throat was aching dry. He swallowed a couple of times and wiped the sweat off his face. He tried again.<br/><br/>"Hey there! I'm Sergeant Rhodes and I'm not infected! Seize fire!"