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Joe slowly staggered through the field as he made his approach to the area most of the others had headed to. He clenched his leg as he attempted to run and blood seeped through his pants. The screeching wails of the Infected could be heard all around as the crash site had became over run by them, and the commotion attracted dozens of others. The situation was bad and it was steadily getting worse by the minute.

Joe had gotten separated from the rest of the group due to his injured leg. He had slipped and landed on a piece on the wreckage from the truck, causing a gash on his leg. He need to apply first aid as soon as possible, but he didnt have the luxury of stopping at the moment. He could see the barn coming farm coming into view so he hurried to meet the others. As he approached however, he quickly realized what a tight spot he was in.

The infected were everywhere. The were emerging from the fields and forests in large droves, blanketing the farm in moans and hallow wails. It wasnt long before they noticed the smell of blood coming from Joe, and before he knew it they were coming at him. Joe knew he couldnt make it to the barn now, so he ran as quickly as possible towards the silo on the edge of the field.

The sound of a gun firing rang out in the night air as Joe leveled his pistol at one of the infected blocking his path. Two more shots were fired at his pursuers as he finally reached the silo and slowly began to ascend the ladder leading towards to catwalk that surrounded its top. The climb was exhausting, but a sense of relief fell over Joe as he looked down to see that none of the Infected were climbing after him. Joe sat up against the metal siding of the silo, and gave a silent prayer for those that didnt make it.