The Commander says "Alright, dismissed!"

A FEW HOURS LATER

Lewis stands in front of the park. It's obvious that nobody's actually bothered to repair the playground equipment, as it's rusting and plants nearby are growing out of control. It is, however, still safe for kids to play on, though one might wonder how long that will remain the case.

Lewis keeps an eye out for any pesky zombies. There aren't any right now...at least, he doesn't think so. They could be hiding. He awaits his comrades.

Yuri is stationed above the monkey bars, looking down for the zombies to start pouring forth from their decrepit hiding places. Flesh ridden with maggots and half rotten, barely clinging onto their creaky bones. She stifled a shudder thinking about the unsanitary mess they are.

Valrassh steps out of the shadows next to Lewis, "Sir."He surveyed the playground for a moment, making sure his knives were secure in his armband. "No sign of them then?" he unsheathes his axe, ready for a surprise, runners can some out of anywhere.

Kat was standing in an alleyway across the street from the playground, checking her Desert Eagle before holstering it. She lifted her hands up to her ears, flipping a pair of specialty earbuds just over the sides of her tall ears, before pulling out an Ipod mini and tapping it to play. As she strut forward, her boots thumping the asphalt, she glanced about, bobbing her head to the beat of her nightcore playlist.

Tapping a comm on her wrist, she muttered into it "Sorry I'm late for the party, kittens. Let's play."