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Starting over towards the entrance to the home, now since been reinforced with some scavanged metal supplies, he stepped outside. Over his shoulder was slung his SG556, rifle. He had converted it to .300 blackout, and attached a supressor to it; they had found out quickly once the pandemic began that the undead were attracted to noise, so every precaution was taken in the game, to reduce noise.

Ever alert he glanced around his surroundings a few times, before jogging over to a large canvas tent, that served as his garage. Inside he walked to the bus and opened the sliding door that would at one point allowed children to filter in to the bus. He was 'elected', which was a polite word for drafted, to go on supply runs with other camp survivors in to the ogden valley and even down as far as salt lake city, which was a infested graveyard. He had been preparing the bus for this purpose, attaching armor plates, and beefing up the suspension.