"I'm sorry, we haven't been formally introduced. What's your name?" The First Lieutenant said to Dustin.

"Corporal Phelps, sir," Dustin answered. "I was stationed at the flightline with my squad until the biters attacked. They all either deserted or became walker food. Even my commanding officer was killed. It's just me."

Dustin grimaced as he thought back to the moment the infected attacked the survivors waiting to board one of the Super Stallions and gain their freedom. If he had just moved out the way, he could have saved quite a few of them. But he had to be some kind of hard-ass and follow his order to the bone, which resulted in the deaths of more than a hundred innocent civilians and added to the walker ranks. Dustin took pride in the fact that he had managed to kill one of the attacking biters, but he would have preferred to have either saved one of his squadmates or one of the waiting survivors. But it was just absolute chaos with people being eaten alive in all directions. The entire scene was a complete bloodbath.