Dimitri was finally convinced. He was finally positive that the universe was conspiring against him and wanted to see him either extremely miserable or dead if its signs were any indicator. Its latest sign had come in the form of a clicker that had been standing inside of an old metro bus. Had it not been for the sound the creature made before lunging out, Dimitri would have never had the time to react by shooting it twice, the first shot entering its knee, and the next, it's head. The smuggler stood frozen and panting, trying to reign in the sudden burst of adrenaline he'd received, only then did it dawn on him what he'd just done. "Shit, the noise!" he hissed, looking down at the gun, then around frantically. As if on cue a cacophony of sounds from the infected began to rise up from the buildings around him, then rang out into the street as the creatures stormed outside in search of prey. Dimitri took off once more, cursing heaven, hell, and everything in between as a few of the infected gave chase. He had to get away from the infected, but how? Where? No time to worry about that, Dimitri went from a run to a full on sprint, his legs carrying him as fast as they could from the infected.