"What's it look like out there?"
Jason knelt over to look around the corner of the building he and Weston stood behind. Out in the streets, about fifteen or twenty figures shambled around. The most he could see of them was just a faint outline, but it was enough to see that these 'people' weren't okay. A few of them were walking around with no arms or legs, while others had chunks of their bodies missing. Even in the haze caused by the snow, he saw that one of the people had been completely torn open, their organs spilling out in heaps.
it looks really bad out there, I'm not gonna lie."
"Can you be a bit more specific?"
"There's about fifteen of
them out there. Maybe twenty. Way too many for us to handle by ourselves. But