[i]Otto's heart raced as a group of three feral humans attacked them. Abigail and her father both stood a few metres behind him. In the corner of his eye Otto saw Mr Kaplan pull his pistol and begin raising it. Within a second a loud bang rang out and one of the infected dropped to the floor as the .45 round tore through it's forehead and brain. Before he could line up and take another shot the infected were already basically on top of him. He dodged out of the way of the first one, positioning his foot so the creature tripped and fell as Otto dodged it's attack. He heard a frightened gasp almost immediately but didn't have time to turn and see what or why it was. The other creature was already trying to kill him, it threw itself at him and this time he wasn't in a position to dodge. The creature hit him full force and went down on top of him as he fell backwards. He heard another shot as the creature snapped at his face and then another one as the creatures brains were torn apart and it went completely limp. Otto could barely lift the thing off him and when he finally did he was pissed that neither Mr Kaplan or Abigail had helped him.

“Thanks for the-”

His words stopped. He couldn't speak. Abigail was on the ground, the dead creature Otto had tripped by her side and blood pouring from her hand.[/i]

Otto awoke with a panicked breath, he was shaking and covered in sweat, he couldn't tell whether the wetness on his pillow was from sweat or tears. He brought his hands up to his face and wiped the tears that he could feel appearing. He had done enough crying for today.

 "Want to talk? I know that we got nothing else to do beside talking to each other."

Otto sat up, thankful for the darkness. He didn't much feel like talking but he definitely understood. There was only so much you could do to keep your mind off of everything in a military camp possibly surrounded by feral cannibal people. It was a really shitty situation. Besides, Otto needed something to take his mind off of things anyway and talking was one of the few things he could muster the effort to do currently.

“True enough man. I'm Otto, a pleasure to meet you... Wish it was under better circumstances though.” Otto tried his best to keep the pain out of his voice when he spoke and stood up to shake the strangers hand.

“So, you know of anything one can do around here to keep themselves busy? Mentally or physically I mean. I've had enough of laying in bed now.”