We went out on patrol to find the lost team. On our way out we saw one of the guys without his pack, just his rifle. We grabbed him up and checked for bites he was clear.
"Our truck reached the target location, we checked all of the houses and nothing, I was the last one who wasn't in the truck when, a tidal wave of the undead attacked the truck, not even the armor plating could stop 'em. They have to have been killed."
Lt. Risner said, "We need all of the men we can get, we have to make sure there is no chance to get them back alive. Fielding take Hartstock back to base and get him a hot meal."
I did as ordered. The patrol came back with one other man, Sgt. Baker, who got out by the back of the truck.
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