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Tyson treks through the cold, slightly annoyed by the wind smashing against his face. He looks around and through the use of his Es zooms in to an area. He barely saw three Infected rambling about comically in the snow. He stops himself from smiling at the scene and continues his march. When he sees the checkpoint he quickens his pace to a run and jumps up, and starts climbing to the top and with eagle like vision surveys the surrounding area, but to no avail. Thinking back to the infected he saw earlier he whispers to himself, "There are infected here. It's quite troublesome that they are returning."
Edited by ShadowFury on 12/22/2012 11:33 PM PST
Seeing his surprise, I wonder if I should have done that.
"Don't worry about me, only about yourself and Arcis. I'll be fine here...you're the ones going into danger. But I'm sure you'll be fine, you're a very good fighter." I say, smiling before backing up a step or two.
"Well, alright. But if you take too long, I'm going to go after you." I say, my nerves a little rattled now that we were so close to the deadlands. I had my prior experiences to think about...Jason had grown surprisingly close to me since we'd met, and I didn't want to lose anyone else to this godforsaken plague.
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