Johnny Blackburn had been prone for the last forty minutes, waiting for the deer to come further from the tree line.  He was far from the Parris Security of which he stayed, deep in the desert area leading toward Nevada.  Here there were cliffs and canyons stretching as far as the eyes could see, little life left out here save for the animals.    It was rare to find deer so far out, but he had been tracking one for the last couple of hours.  Finally the deer emerged from the shrubs and Johnny readied and aimed his wooden oak longbow.  He was a good thirty yards away when he loosed the arrow, it narrowly missing as the deer scurried off into the trees.  [color=steelblue]"Shit!"[/color]  He had never really been the best with a bow, but ever since finding it he had been getting better.  Just not today.

It was getting late.  Johnny preferred being out by himself, sometimes for weeks, which was why he volunteered to be a hunter.  Even without the deer, this was a successful venture.  Walking back to his brown horse, Brisco, he checked his belongings one last time before he would head back to camp.  Four squirrels, two rabbits, and eight quail.  This was a successful hunting trip, though the deer would have topped it off.  Setting his machete and longbow in the horses satchel, he got on and directed home.  As they moved through the valley, he rechecked his handheld radio to see if there was any reception.  

[color=steelblue]"Hello, anyone read?  It's Johnny-"[/color]  he spoke into it, only to receive static back.  He needed to get up in altitude and much closer.  

A few hours in to his trek, he noticed there were many vultures flying up in the sky nearby.  Something big was dead, as there were more and more of them flocking together just over the hill.  Deciding to check it out, he rode Brisco over and onto one of the hills that led to a cliff.  On the other side, he hopped off Brisco and got to the edge.  There were hundreds of infected all grouped together in one massive horde, all of them seemingly coming from the city and walking directly towards home.  A haunting chill passed over his spine, the former Rockstar had not seen this many grouped together since the concert days way back when.  He tried the radio again.

[color=steelblue]"Parris, Parris you read it's Johnny,"[/color] he said, climbing higher for better reception.  [color=steelblue]"There's a massive horde to the southeast of base, heading toward you, copy?  'Bout two days march away, I'll try to lead them off.  Over."[/color]