"Bandits... I don't like them. First unninfected human I killed was a bandit."

It had been a very messy affair, and he had three healed bullet-holes on his flesh to prove it.

"Any human who kills fellow humans is worse than any infected. What before was just another person between billions, now is a significant part of humanity."

OCC: I don't really know. Do as you see fit.

"That's a philosophical phrase i think, but seriously, hope i don't find a bandit but find a dead bandit to take the weapons"

"I have a lot of free time lately. I have been reading a lot..."

A foul smell reached my nose, and I can hear something making a quiet noise.

"... are you guy smelling that, too?"

I smile.

"Sorry, ate some beans before"

The stench increases. That wasn't me....I hope. A moan is heard.....oh shit. I go to the window and look through the scope. The streets are empty, that means that they are insi....no! I checked every corner when I made the base....that was 3 weeks ago....oh goody.

"Everyone, shut up!"

I listen, waiting for more sounds of the death. This guy must be very decomposed, the stench is huge.

Trying to make the least amount of noise I put everything in my backpack again, leaving a bottle of fuel and my homemade weapon outside.

The strench that invades my nose is stronger, and somehow reminds me of my physics classes...

My eyes widen with recognition and fear, and I put the motorist helmet in my head. Checking a last time for any exposed flesh, and finding none, I write a little note in a piece of pacer that was in the floor, and make sure that everyone can read it.

'Acid'

The smell of rotten meat mixed with acid never was anything good. At least since the rotten things can move around.

Oh goody, that guy is still alive. Of all the dead that could have walked out of the fire, THAT one is the one that survived. Crawlers are annoying, bersekers are dangerous, hunters are sneaky, but spitters...I rub my right shoulder, the place that had the bad luck of testing the acid, long ago...I'm killing that fucker. I grab my gun with the silencer attached, kick open the door of the room. The guy is right in front of the door. I raise my gun and shoot it in the head. It goes flying back and smashes into the wall, perfect.

"Done, lets get back to playing cards"

"Ok, i though that only crawlers were here, not splitters or something."

We go back at the base, playing cards again

OCC: wasn't the acid of spitters one ofthe things that guaranteed a conversion into zombie?

"Wow, that was awesome."

I make a note to not piss off the sniper guy, ever (the guy knows how to use his weapon), and look at the fallen corpse.

"Should we move upstairs? The acid flowing from the mouth of the corpse is making a hole in the floor, and I don't like the look of those cracks that are appearing."

"Nah, it will last for a few minutes, but it won't break anything."

Hours pass, and still no one sleeps. Can't blame them. More noise, however, this time it isn't zombies. It gets closer and closer it sounds like a....shit, its the helicopter, but they weren't supposed to be here until two days later. I look at my watch....oh shit, the date is wrong, its actually today.

"Everyone, grab all your stuff we are leaving"

I gram all my weapons and ammo, as well as the bacon (priorities) and start climbing the stairs.

OOC: That should do it.
OOC: Nah, acid only hurts.

"Next time, get a better calendar pal"

I pick up my backpack and go running to the helicopter

"Run damn it! RUN! Before all the zombies eat my face before reaching the helicopter!"