Fenrir's Fangs

They made their way to the warehouse, occasionally killing off a zombie with their melee weapons.

 Observing the warehouse from the previous vantage point, used by Viktor and his scout team 60 years ago, Vlad starts thinking of plans, then begins relaying them to his mates.

"Ok, people. Two options: steal uniform and infiltrate, but that will cause increased alert in the future for this area OR wait till nightfall and use our dark clothes to stealthily get inside and steal the supplies. Mistake chances are high, so if you need to kill, kill, but try to avoid it. I have absolutely no idea where the meds are, so it goes even harder from this stage. We need a tongue here. If you ask me, I say we go stalk a patrol and knock out a single soldier, drag him away, interrogate him, then feed him to the zeds. It'll make it look, like a goofy accident of a new guy. If you currently have no other suggestoins, then Sabrina, stay here and provide sniper and visual support. I need a distraction, once the patrol is near, so shoot a trash can or attract some zombies with a loud noise.
 Edward, you go with me. No frigging guns, blades only and keep in mind: I need a twat, a living twat"