Now why had he gotten himself into this situation? He was standing ankle deep in nasty water, his body was wrapped in an uncomfortable slate gray windbreaker and his head was stuffed into an equally as uncomfortable gray beanie as he tried not to let the chill in the air get to him. Looking around he saw one other individual that had been assigned to the same group as he. He didn't recognize him at all, no, he was fresh meat; a new body to add to the pile up if they weren't careful. Team D, assignment: prevent the infected from escaping the quarantine zone.
[color=c33247]"Fuck me,"[/color] he muttered this under his breath as he stared expression-less down the street towards where he could see the barricades that had been raised almost a day prior to his arrival. He really didn't know why he was there either, he didn't care about anything that was happening and honestly thought that it was all pretty hilarious. Dying humans coming back to life and attacking other dying humans? Sounded like something out of a movie or a bad novel. Crouching, he reached his hand into the water and raised his slick digits to his face, rubbing the greasy state of whatever was in the water between his fingers and realizing a little late that he was rubbing something that smelled like diluted blood into his skin.
Making a face, he wiped his fingers on his windbreaker and stood again, removing the beanie from his head and running his opposite hand through his hair as he let out a deep sigh.
[color=c33247]"I'm hungry,"[/color] he grumbled in an almost whine, placing a hand on his stomach and rubbing it softly, [color=c33247]"Should've grabbed a bite before I left."[/color]
[color=c33247]"Fuck me,"[/color] he muttered this under his breath as he stared expression-less down the street towards where he could see the barricades that had been raised almost a day prior to his arrival. He really didn't know why he was there either, he didn't care about anything that was happening and honestly thought that it was all pretty hilarious. Dying humans coming back to life and attacking other dying humans? Sounded like something out of a movie or a bad novel. Crouching, he reached his hand into the water and raised his slick digits to his face, rubbing the greasy state of whatever was in the water between his fingers and realizing a little late that he was rubbing something that smelled like diluted blood into his skin.
Making a face, he wiped his fingers on his windbreaker and stood again, removing the beanie from his head and running his opposite hand through his hair as he let out a deep sigh.
[color=c33247]"I'm hungry,"[/color] he grumbled in an almost whine, placing a hand on his stomach and rubbing it softly, [color=c33247]"Should've grabbed a bite before I left."[/color]