Hunting the dead is a pain in the ass when you’ve skipped leg day.
We got the call at 0400 hours. Another outbreak, this time in Pennsylvania. This time it was runners. The entire company groaned.
Everyone hated runners.
The company dispersed for operational preparations. For my part, I slammed open the locker room door with a frustrated slap. It was bad enough my leave had been canceled due to this shit. I stripped down to my undies and put on my fatigues, followed by flak jacket and...
