With a grunt, Anthony pulled his blade out of the last of the Infected, wiping the combat knife against his fatigues as he glanced around. There was the African American boy that he saved, and a female that seemed way too cheery for such a grim setting. Giving the kid a nod of welcome, Anthony sheathed his knife and busied himself with reloading his pistol. There wasn't much for him to say, and he planned on moving towards that Ranger Station he had read on his map. He just needed a brief rest before moving on.

Crouching beside a dead Infected, Anthony took out a bottle of water, taking a large gulp from the purified liquid.