The sirens are yelling as hell. The outpost is under attack again.
Aproaching the outpost guard, Vik asks "Where are the most problems?"
"Junk Yard, as usuall."
Ignoring, what the OG had else to say, Viktor leavese towards the JunkYard.
Blade dance with zombies. **** A...So there he was, standing with his sabre in hand. Behind him were a bunch of other survivors, armed with whatever they could get a hand of.
There is a look of fear in their eyes, fear of the upcoming death. Not in Vik's. He's been in this situation so many times, he's used to it.
And the zombie roars can be heard nearby.