Greg was on his knees,helpless,hopeless and shocked on so many levels. The stadium was supposed to be the last resort, castle fort but no it was plagued with the dead. Hope was gone, its a word Greg isn't familiar with at that moment. No use of living now he thought as he dropped dead inside himself. All he wanted to do is to lay back on the wet sticky red gravel, waiting to die. 

When suddenly he heard a quite footsteps approaching at his back. He didn't bother to look, he didn't care. He shut his eyes and tried to remember the clear beautiful sky he lied his gaze upon earlier today. He smiled in fear "take me" he whispered. He waited for a brief moment but nothing happened but a mere whisper he heard "We were compromised... Unless you feel like dying today soldier, I suggest we get the hell out of here. That motor's gonna draw every last one of those freaks for about five blocks." Greg's heart pounded hard suddenly when he heard a man's voice. He abruptly stood up as he twisted around..it was no Human flesh eating monster, he was a colonel. Greg smiled and gave a slight whimper. "Yes we better get out of here." Greg agreed. Looking around him, scanning the area, "We can't use the jeep, it's nearly out of fuel. We wont reach far. Best to use it as a decoy to keep those horrid things away from our path." Greg notified the colonel. "I am CPT.Greg white by the way." Greg introduced him self. "Shall we get going?"