Dameon Grey wiped the blood off of the eye holes of his gas mask as he looked around the abandoned warehouse, "We need to get out of here..." He mumbled to himself from behind the mask. He noticed that the warehouse was falling apart and a stray bullet could possibly take this place apart if aimed correctly. He sighed, looking at the other survivors, "I won't lose them like I lost my men..." He sat down on a small chair, remembering the horrible events that followed the drop off. He had to run for his life, emptying clip, upon clip, upon clip into the hundreds of zombies following him closely. He killed countless of them, but yet still more came. He finally became aware of where he was again and checked his gun for ammo as he stood up and looked around the warehouse one last time.
