Jack sliced at more of the infected, and his scavenging was coming to an end, at this point he was used to the idea of being on the move and holding down his own.
He opened the door, and found one last zombie wandering the door, and pointed his m9 at it and smirked.
"Honey I'm home... and i brought you a present."
He said jokingly as he shot it in the head, then on to searching the store for medical supplies, and also patching himself up before he would head back to the house, he figured nobody had left yet, a few days had passed since he was last there. Constant fighting and slashing also left him bruised and cut, but uninfected, he checked and saw a cut close to his eyes, he disinfected the cut and wrapped the bandage around his head and his eye, and make his way back to the house, passing by the traps Winnico had set up.
"Well, they are well prepared atleast.."
He said in relief.
Jack opened the door and walked in and made his way to where everyone was and stopped.
"Well... you all look like you've experience hell in your own ways.."
He said as he leaned against the wall.
"I must have missed alot i assume."
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