There are a few things one learns when they spend most of their lives outside of the safe walls of a quarantine zone. One of those things was to always trust your senses, like your senses of smell and hearing for example. And right now Dimitri's nose was telling him there was a fire somewhere west of him, not very far off if the thick clouds of smoke rising towards the sky were any indication, and his ears told him that the infected were starting to get riled up. Already Dimitri could hear clickers becoming more agitated from within the dilapidated buildings around him, but it wasn't the clickers that worried Dimitri, clickers may have had good hearing, but chucking a rock or brick at a window did wonders to get them off your trail. The sounds that truly sent chills up his spine, were the ever so distinctive croaks that could only come from a stalker. "Fuck me running..." Dimitri hissed under his breath as he spat out his cigarillo and ground it under his boot. Of all the infected, there where only two types that caused him genuine concern: stalkers and bloaters, but the latter was at least blind and slow, no such luck would be found with the former. Dimitri drew his revolver and picked up the pace hoping to find a tunnel way into the QZ, though he made sure not to move too quickly, he needed to be able to see everything clearly, one missed detail now more than ever would mean the difference between life and death.