"I've always had my doubts about governments and militaries. Useless bastards in my opinion. It's a damn good time to be living, got that right. If you consider the endless zombies to be a very minor setback, that is." Gino joked as they entered the farmhouse. Upstairs a growling could be heard - the farmer, having hung himself and shot his family from what the room looked like. A bullet in each of the two children's heads, the wife with the same. The man himself though was hanging from the timber roof, clawing madly for his dead family's bodies. Gino sighed at this as he went upstairs, but didn't fire. "Stupid bastard didn't shoot himself. His own fault, so he can hang forever for all I care." He indifferently muttered, then went into the kitchen to find something to eat.