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"How do you know they're infected?
Well, seems to me that the newblood among them, while clean-skinned and dainty, got some nasty bruises.
Most, anyway. Like the infection beats the living shit out of them in a back alley and leaves 'em to fend for themselves.
I think the rumour is that it's the trauma. When people start to turn, they have some kind of fit. Maybe the bruises are from the flailing. Maybe they're from veins, ripping open 'cause the infection is tearing them a new one from the inside, out..
Frankly, I couldn't care less. I kill them all the same.
By the way, look out for anything with arms longer than you. Especially if they're like sword blades, or whips.
Especially the whippy ones. Try fending one of those bastards off yourself when you're trying to eat a sandwich.
Oh, and those damn tubby fuckers. If you see one, hear one, even smell on, and you'll know about it, run like the wind and turn back only to start shooting.
You know what? That tactic's pretty good. Stick to that and you'll do fine.
Unless you meet one of them jumping assholes, then you'll really feel what it's like to be torn a new one.
See this?"
*Unnamed survivor flashes us a lengthy scar across his right shoulder. We take the moment to ask of the meanest thing he's met on loot runs into the city*
"That was the first thing I felt when one of the leapy fuckers got me. I smashed his face in while he dragged me to the ground.
Meanest, huh? Gotta say I'm torn.
It'd be either one of those weird little crying bastards, tugging on my damn heartstrings..
Or Mr. Grim reaper himself. Met the same one a few times, always leaves me reeling. You can just never tell what's sneaking up on you.
Oh, dogs, too. Bastard rotten, stinky dogs. NEVER loot past a damn kennel.
Or a zoo, for that matter.. Those cages are locked right now, but I've seen things creeping about inside that I don't want to even dream about.
By the way, if you meet Little Dick, you'll know him when you see him, thank him for me. This chainsaw, man, it's a godsend"
*With this, we watched the man step confidently down the street, soon running for his life as a small horde took chase.
We made our way back to the safety of the military cordon a mile into town.*
Mankinds first mistake; Questioning why those around him, are dying.