Andrew walked through the empty streets heading toward the square, while once the city was bustling with people the streets were empty with the exception of the occasional combat form armed with a cudgel or a infection form out and about and when those showed up Andrew would just slink into hiding or fire the occasional burst from his assault rifle and turn tail. As he neared the town square the various flood forms became thicker and drove Andrew through an alleyway he tired about halfway down the alleyway and took a break to lean against the wall and check the roof tops and his six knowing full well that a avalanche of infection forms could pour out of an apartment window. When he was content it was clear he went to continue down the alleyway and then froze he heard what sounded like voices from around the bend, taking a dive behind a trash can and muttering a series of quiet curses when he landed on his hip Andrew peaked from his cover and saw a infected marine turn the corner her radio going off. [i]"PFC Bennewitz of Echo Outpost, Emergency Civil Defence, ID 2517D13. This is a NA class broadcast on a multiple secure channels. Requesting backup to Miranda St. metro station maintenance room in the east bound tunnel. Squad is negative. Electromagnetic locks in place on door. Password is Echo Zulu."[/i] Andrew listened intently but then a reply sounded over her radio. 
[i]"Bennewitz, this is Private Mile, ODST. Transmission received, I am enroute to Miranda station" "ETA 20 minutes, Confirm?"[/i] Finally Andrew raised his rifle and put the marine out of her misery, from where he was at Miranda station was not far he could probably reach it in a hour or so if he walked quickly, checking the hud on his rifle for how much ammo he had the old man moved out.