We were walking on the path that we had quickly found. Me, Pat, and Mark were in an arrowhead formation ahead of Ben, the new guys, and the pilots. As we were walking, we came upon a gatehouse with a barbed wire topped fence behind it. Apparently, we had reached the outskirts of the facility. There was a fence gate next to the gatehouse, and I knew better than to touch it. It was probably electfified. I quickly went into the gatehouse and hit the open button while Mark advanced toward it while it opened. Looking down the sites of his favorite HK G3 sniper rifle, he checked the area ahead. After he waved the all clear, the rest of us followed him to the other side and continued on.

About a hundred yards down the path, we finally caught sight of the facility's northern entrance. It was a huge steel garagedoor with a shieldedopen/close buttonnext to it for security. "Alright team. Be on the watch for infected. This close, there may be some hanging around lookin' for a meal," I said on the radio in a near whisper. Mark soon yelled, "Yeah. And they don't look happy to see us!" I started to ask what he meant, but when I turned towards the way he was facing, I saw. Emerging from the tree line was a group ofat leastthirtyinfected dogsabout fifty yards behind us. "****! RUN!"I yelled and started spraying past my team and at the pack. They immediately noticed us and started galloping towards us. It was then that I turned tail and ran.

The team was barely ahead of me and I quickly caught up. Everyone was taking turns shooting behind the team trying to get the dogs to slow down. After what seemed like a never ending run, we finally reached the steel door. Thankfully, the button worked. The stroke of luck came none to soon. As Iclosed the door, the pack of dogs continued advancing while everyone fired at them. The door was slow to close, but witheveryone's fire concentrated on the dogs, they failed to reach the door in time.As soon as the door finished closing,there werethumps against the door as the dogs threw themselves at it, hoping to get it open.