Snippet #850971

Joseph turned his head, aiming his M16 in that direction. He fully expected to see a zombie come busting out a window, but instead, it was just a man in a trench coat. The man apparently had wanted to get his attention, and chastised him for 'being an idiot'. The man insisted that he come up to the second floor. Joseph did not want to stop his direct assault on the zombies, but knowing what was up the street before it was on top of him was a good idea. After checking to make sure that the coast was clear, he rushed across the street to the elevator.

Pressing the button for the second floor, the door shut and he rode it up. When the door opened, he walked across the floor to the man. Judging by the amount of zombie corpses on the floor, the man had been quite busy indeed. He was Russian, according to his accent, and he seemed to have a no-nonsense attitude. In other words, he was a potential ally. Joseph hooked his M16 to his gunbelt and pulled the sniper rifle from behind his back, crouching down to take aim.

"Mind telling me why you chose to interrupt my private war?" he asked, as he looked through the scope.
As expected, there were zombies up ahead, and about ten of them. It was nothing his M16 couldn't have handled, but a sniper rifle was just as good. When a zombie's head was in the center of the crosshairs, he pulled the trigger. This alerted the zombies, but he was a proficient sniper, and they were unable to do anything before he had dropped all of them.
After he was satisfied that he had killed all of the zombies in the immediate vicinity, he stood up and turned to the Russian.

"I think you should also tell me who you are and whether or not you've been bitten by these zombies."
He slung the rifle over his back and pierced him with the hard eyes of a veteran soldier. This man seemed to know what he was doing when it came to the disposal of the undead, but he couldn't be sure. The apocalypse brings out the worst in people. Those who aren't dead or terrified can become scavengers or murderers, preying on other survivors for their own survival. Joseph had to know if he could trust this man before anything more could be said.