[b]Soldiers - Outskirts of Haywood[/b] During their little encounter with a survivor, whose weapons were stripped from him and allowed into the society of Haywood, noises began to pop from the near woods. Two armed soldiers escorted the new survivor into the complex as the rest of the men became suspicious of the loud sound that started. "We gonna check it out?" one soldier asked another, making sure he had bullets in the barrel. The other two soldiers nodded at the first, starting to walk towards the precise location where the sound had generated. It was still daylight, so they would soon enough find whatever was out there. They were hoping for a deer, but that was never the case. Ninety-nine percent of the time, it was a lone walker, hoards hardly ever reached a mile from Haywood. Usually, when a hoard is found during the hunt, they are eliminated on sight, to prevent any further complications. But though these soldiers weren't soldiers to begin with, they were organized as if they were. They had three-person formation set up and decided not to separate, it would only hurt them if they did. One of the soldiers whistled, trying to attract the walkers attention. Since it failed, the three moved closer to where the sound came from and prepared to open fire when ready. Their safeties were off and all their weapons were fully loaded. They had gotten a big import of ammunition from the last trade with their benefactor. Even though some soldiers frowned upon the little deal Haywood had with the raiders, they understood why it was done. Many had to give up their wives and daughters, but if they didn't live with it, they'd die. Men changed after the virus spread, most lost their humanity. They say that events like these bring out the worst in people, whoever said that was one-hundred percent correct. Then one of the soldiers decided to shoot in the general direction of the noise. "Did I get'em?" "Hell, I don't know" "C'mon keep moving, stay in formation" the head soldier said, going into the outskirts of the city.