Posted 21 December 2008 - 01:00 PM
The convoy was rumbling through the horde, slicing through them like a hot knife through butter if you may. John sat in the passenger seat of one of the vehicles that were armored up for protection. "Hahaha, these bastards ain't even trying!" He yelled as he brought his .45 handgun up and started firing on random infected. He had dispensed most of his shotgun ammo and was saving it just in case anything were to happen. He then noticed something. Having been in combat many times, and his nature from hunting long ago, it seemed as if some infected were being hit with precise shots. While most were being torn apart by the convoys guns, some were being hit solely in the head. He picked up the radio, "Convoy, this is John. It seems as if we got company. Looks like someone is helpin us out from afar."
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