I hid in an abandoned. rotten smelling dumpster, I held the top open just enough to see through and I must say that I felt like I was in dumb comedy horror flick because this was insanely stupid. As the zombies-and occasional mutated-walked around outside I closed the top and groaned silently. Why does it always happen to me? 

Once again I heard my radio echoing in this stupid hunk of metal. "[i]Still here. Good to know things are quiet out there. Nah, he already did that this morning, it's my turn now and he's out of breath. Require any back-up for the investigating?Over[/i]" I nod as if they were there with a hint of a smile on my face as I start to respond, "no-" I was unfortunately cut off. "[i]Armani, new orders from the Gen. Map the area out and locate the major groups of brainless on them. It seems the Defence Force is going to sweep some slums clean. And I know we already have maps, he wants more accurate ones, like where there are stores, usable houses, etc. you know the drill. Also, they want a head count of the zombies. Over.[/i]" I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed, my elbows hit the metal of the dumpster and it echoed quite a bit, it must have caught some attention because I heard the constant footsteps stop and shuffle around outside.

I couldn't respond, I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. "So screwed..." I mutter as I turn off my radio and silently pull out my Glocks as I also unsheathe my brass knuckles, this would end up in a fight. I needed to get to high ground and call for backup there, hopefully that wouldn't be as much as a problem as I would think. I hear the occasional heavy bang on this tin can as a heart mutated with a strong nose walks by. How could this get worse? It really couldn't...

I turned on my radio again and in a last futile effort for help and comfort I started my response. "I need backup, southwest corner of the outer city. They have me surrounded in a...green dumpster graffiti signs everywhere. I think about twenty are here now, not sure how many are in the area but this probably attracted more. When I get back unscathed you are paying me a grand fifty. Stealer over and out." I can't help but laugh as I once again turn off my radio and listen to the rhythmic banging of heart mutated about to feast.