[u]Miguel[/u]

Miguel clutched his head, a small weary groan escaped his lips. He sat down, the stress hitting him in waves, legs shaking like thin branches in the wind. "What have I done?" he muttered "I-I might've made mistakes before b-but this was the dumbest thing." He looked at his bloodied hands, white powder smeared in the red. There was whispers in the air, telling him of people up on the bridge. The former veteran of war looked down on his vest, the words "Through hardship, to glory" etched on the stained blue Kevlar. The motto of the former 2nd Philippine Army Company

"Through hardship, to glory" Miguel said under his breath, getting himself up. He reached into the broken glass, grabbed his pack and opened it, revealing his carbine. "Thank God it isn't wet, this gun is a bitch to dry." He grabbed it out and pulled out a fresh clip, putting in it with a satisfying [i]click[/i]. He put the strap on and let it dangle on his shoulder, taking care that the safety was on. The Filipino then grabbed his Beretta out and put it in his pocket, then shouldered his backpack. 

Miguel grit his teeth together, pain stabbing his left shoulder. There was a cut on it, dried hours ago but it was still a cut. He ignored it and continued up a set of stairs in front of him, the whispers growing louder and louder. "Freaking hell. Why the hell did this happen to the world?" He muttered under his breath, walking on the road and then to his right and onto the bridge. It was a mess. An upside down car was to the side, a small flame to the right. He heard whispers but the recent concussion didn't serve well for his vision.

Something moaned behind him. He span, Beretta locked and loaded. It was a shambler, around 10 feet away. A shuffler it might seem, can't really do much. Deeming the shambler not a threat, he continued towards the wreckage, the corner of his eye watching the decaying corpse behind him, ever watching him. He called out, enough for the people in front of him to notice but not enough for the shamblers to freak out. He lowered his Beretta. "Hey! I don't mean any harm but I think I crashed into you. Are you guys okay? I'm local SWAT, I was separated from my unit. Any chance you guys going to Easton?"