"Sheltering, huh? They must be travellers - bandits got headquarters to return to, y'know?" Matt replied as he drove his knife through a one-eyed zombie's good eye, making contact with the brain to send the walking dead man sprawling out over the ground, re-killed. He then took cover and held his binoculars up with one hand, "...Plus they got kids in there. Can't be any older than high schoolers. You sure we should be targeting these types?" he asked. "Uh, ...that one kid in the corner has blue hair. Looks natural... The fuck's with that?"

He hadn't yet noticed the soldier who was lazing around on the roof with his large rifle rested on his shoulder. Jake simply stared in the direction of the two, not even blinking. But surely he couldn't see them, not in the dark...

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In the lightly barricaded gas station, Zoey suddenly flinched and looked at her big brother in surprise. She sensed something different. There weren't just the undead outside, but two new mental signals. One carried killing intent, while another was apparently calm. She didn't need to tell him - his level of psychic power was much higher than her own. He'd be able to tell.