I woke up to the sounds of motors, ATVs or dirtbikes would be my best guees. I figured it was probably just the BSAA members who took their dandy time getting here, but I wasn't taking any chances. I rolled out of the bunk quietly and quickly and throw on my Khaki cargo BDU pants. After grabbing my Mk23 I made sure it was loaded and tucked it into my waistband. The whole time I heard talk in a strange language I could understand about as well as the stock market. Upon opening the door I saw two dirtbikes parked about thirty feet from the door and two African men walking toward me, one in a red shirt, the other in a white one. Each carried machetes with their scabbards on their belts.

Upon seeing me, they freaked out. They started conversing between eachother rapidly glancing at the parachute I had left unrolled. Feeling left out, I yelled, "Uh, hey! You guys from BSAA?" Wrong choice of words. Once they heard me speaking English all conversation stopped and they started shambling at me with machetes raised. Well, I guess I'm just antisocial. This must be some of the new infected. With this thought I quickly reached behind me and leveled my sidearm at redshirt's head. One round exited the barrel with a PFFT but something was wrong. The .45ACP bullet slammed home into the man's temple, but he just grabbed his face and started yelling. "What the ****!?" I yelled out as I shot him again, which put him down this time, but strangely just after he died, his body started dissolving. Whatever, less cleanup. Just as redshirt's body disintegrated I aimed at whitey and this time pulled off a double tap into the bridge of his nose. That put him down. I supposed I would be using more ammo putting these bastards down, but I would have to manage. The infection must increase the hardness of their bones and the density of their flesh, causing headshots to just piss them off the first time. Kind of like how Hunters reacted to the T-Virus. No big deal. At least they brought me a ride into town...