"Man, that would be bad..." Victor said, rolling on his back so he could see behind him. There didn't seem to be anything out of place on the other side of their shelter, though. "I really wish I could know just what the hell is going on..." Victor said after a while, rolling on his stomach again, and looking at James. "We should just go back inside. This was a bad idea." He said, taking his pistol and returning it to the holster. He kept the rifle pointing down the street with the safety off, though. This was what he hated the most. The uncertainty, the wait. At least when you were fighting off infected you knew what to expect: a hell of a though fight. Right now, though, he didn't know if to calm down or expect the infected rushing their place, or worse.