[@Metatrooper][@Eviledd1984]

The city, despite having some operational facilities (at least one of which would be a somewhat functional power supply, given some flickering street lights), seems to completely lack any sort of non-plagued life. Herds of cat-sized Reevers skitter along the streets, down back alleys, looking for any possible signs of life, not that there are any to be found, only more infection. The sky is clouded and a sickly green, but not quite thick with spores. Sure, breathing without a ventilator of some kind would be a fatal mistake, but by no means does it impede vision. The ships approach is easily noticed, as the second a Reever notices it, all nearby infected turn to watch the ship, and begin amassing to assault it once it lands, brutes surrounded by masses of normal infected, reevers diverting their course towards the general area, although it seems the other, more advanced types aren’t joining the area quite yet. Of course, they have quite a distance to go, so some simply stay behind to continue searching for any pocket of life. Not every infected would go after a single threat, of course.

Meanwhile, the sniper sprints his way downstairs, his head snapping to one side as he hears the whine of engines nearby. The hell..? There weren’t supposed to be any functional vehicles left, especially airborne by the sounds of it, or he would have taken one himself… he soon made his way out of the vehicle, easily dispatching the lesser infected in his way, which seemed distracted by the approaching vehicles, whatever they were, anyways, almost stepping out on the street, before waiting around a corner, avoiding the various infected grouping along the streets. Wasn’t his type of fight. Open areas, enclosed spaces, bah.