[i]Rain, great for masking your sound.[/i]  A strange man, whom no-one recognized, thought to himself as walked in through the entrance to the camp.  He didn't look like a standard civilian, nor a guard.  Some-what like a mix.  He wore dark, strengthened leather armor pieces over his t-shirt and pants.  He had sneakers that were slightly worn, but could last for still some time.  On his back was a large camel-pack, which was when people started to realize this must be one of the fabled Scavengers.  The Scavengers rarely came into camps, and spent almost all of their time looting and in abandoned cities.  They were the closets one to the undead, and the farthest from them.  Strapped to this man's hip was a pistol, that lucky enough, had a silencer on it.  Also across his back was a rifle with a decent scope, but no silencer was seen on this weapon, though it was hard to tell in the rain and dark...

This strange man made his way toward an area of commotion, some kind of barn, it appeared.  Once inside, a hush fell upon the place.  This man, a white man with a mop of blond hair, sat at the barn and order a drink.  The bartender was a little weary by now, and somewhat afraid of the man.  Not only did he have the guns, but he had a large knife across his chest.  When the bartender slipped him a drink, the man passed him a small amount of vitamins.  the bartender was shocked, but the man told him in a somewhat gruff voice to keep them, and proceeded to sip on his drink, all eyes on him...