Roland kept his body pressed up against the house as he stay on one knee as thoughts were swimming through his head. The situation presented before him was not all that different from the various scenarios he had been in. Well except for the countless dead bodies swarming the fortification of this house yearning for his flesh. That was hardly worth mentioning now though given they were not going to break thru this fence anytime soon. The current problem was an unknown assailant taking shots at the living instead of the dead. The first question was why this person was doing this? Did he know these people, was his shooting at them justifiable, or was this some crazy old coot who had seen too many wars? Roland recalled the various fortifications, torn out stairs, boarded windows, damn good fencing that would have taken someone with experience to produce. Roland raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his brow, this situation was not an easy one, he had no information to go on really, he did not know the intentions, the motives, or the emotional status of the one doing the shooting. Which meant he had to make a choice, let this guy do as he pleases or stop him. Again he did not know how well this man was prepared for someone or something to try and break into this house. Hell Roland didn't even know if the guy shooting was the one who made all these fortifications, all he knew for sure was that there are living people being targeted for execution. No, he could not just leave, the world was hell torn, but he could not just simply forget the oath he long ago took. He had sworn to protect people, so turning a blind eye, even at the end of the world as any knew it, was not acceptable to him.

Roland slowly started to edge his way around the house again, the first priority would be an access point, he did not want the person shooting to know he was entering the house. If he could he wanted to enter undetected and neutralize the target before they could react. Roland kept the details in his head as he surveyed the surroundings, his excellent memory is what gave him an edge in his job, and had earned him the rank of commander. Roland made one loop around the house silently, from what he could tell all the windows were boarded on every side, he could easily bust out one of the windows if it came to it, the problem was it would make too much noise, he did not have a team with him... it was just him. He would not risk the main entrances, if this guy was the one who fortified this place then he would not doubt know how to set traps. He needed and entry point that was not only less likely to be booby trapped, but one where he could take out the boards without the man hearing. Roland silently came back around the house as another shot broke the moaning of the shamblers, going to the farthest side of the house he got on his stomach near one of the basement windows. Pulling out his flashlight he shined it through the cracks in the wood. The other thing he did not know is if this man was alone or not, another chance that he was not willing to take.

"Okay..."

Roland spoke really low under his breath so as not to be heard, the basement of the house was small, and from what he could tell he could not see anything inside... at least nothing moving. Roland slowly turned his body as his feet were positioned towards the window, from the delay time of the shots he was guessing the rifle being used in question only had about a good five rounds or so before it needed to be reloaded, the sporadic shots and then the delay in between seemed to indicate that. So he need to break this entry point when the person was shooting to lessen the chance of his detection. Roland waited silently, when he heard the shots start again he thrust his foot forward and smashed the boards in the window with one strong kick the boards cracked from the weight of the kick. Roland waited another second as another couple shots popped off, launching his foot again he cracked through the boards breaking them down the center. Turning his body he faced the window again, reaching forward he slowly pushed the broken board and loosened them pulling them and placing them beside himself. Taking off the remaining broken pieces of board he pulled out his Glock 22 and clicked on the attached flashlight and pointed it into the basement and looked around.

It was at best small as he had seen, it was littered with various things such as an old washer and dryer, a workbench on the far wall, some shelves with old tins on it and various other junk that looked really old. Roland saw the staircase that lead up to what he hoped was an unfortified door, looking below the window his entry point was clear, turning his body again he took off the backpack completely and dropped it through the hole as close to the ground as he could. Then with his feet first he inched into the window and with a bit of a tight squeeze he went through the window as he slowly let his feet hit the ground. The moment he touched the ground he pointed the 22 in all directions to quickly secure nearby corners for any possible threats, however there were none, just a musty old basement filled with ancient junk. Picking up his pack he secured it on his back again as he Looked towards the stairs, Roland got low again and started to move towards them, he stayed clear of direct contact to the door at the top, he could not hear shots popping off anymore which meant the person might have known he was here. Roland was as quiet as a church mouse as he inched forward and got to the stairs, he tested them with a little weight, they were sturdy enough, making extra sure to check under the stairs for any kind of trap he found nothing. Making his way up slowly he got to the door an listened but it was silent, ready or not the game was on and he hoped he was two steps ahead of whoever this shooter was.