-Raine walked on the street's, He himself a Scavenger, called a Scrounger by alot of people, He had a german MG34 in his hand's, It had a Makeshift Magazine,That was roughly taped on,When he muttered to himself he had a German Accent,- ~These damn infected,I only have Two Magazine's left,~ -And they were in his Backpack, Under his back pack, Strapped to his back, Well strapped to the right side of his Back was a scoped Gewehr 43 And on the Left side, Was a Stirling moss machine gun, The Long Side magazine of the Gun Stuck out and Curved, But there was also a Gun in the Middle of his back,it Was a USAS 12 The gun Overlapped onto the Gewehr, But it did not matter,Because these were his last resort weapon's, And he normally grabbed the Stirling moss, And there was also One more weapon that Was visible, And it was in it's holster at his hip,Was the M1911A1, He had seen a Man dragging a deer, From what it seemed, And wanted to head over, But saw a Crapload of the Infected and the last thing he wanted to do was get some one else killed, So he cut through a alley, Which led to a Fence, It took him afew minute's to get over it, With all of this extra weight, But he did, When he got over he saw the man Rather far away and Saw him walk into a Bunker, But there was a Very large fence around it, And he had to make his way around it, There was a Flashlight strapped to the MG34 and was held by Ducktape, He walked with it on, Flashing it around, As he made his way toward's the bunker, - ~They are all over the place, On the wall's, On the Floor, In the car's, In the building's, ~-He sighed as he shook his head, He Had stepped infront of a Large group, And sighed once more as he aimed and started Firing, i took him about half of his clip to get them all down, When he had, He let his gun go, But it remained at his hip because of The strap around his body, He then pulled out a Water bottle full of Gasoline, And sprinkled about half of it over the bodies, And then took out a match, As he bent over and quickly lit it, Jerking away as the bodies lit, He then walked over to the bunker, Well, Down the street that lead to the Entrance, When he was close to the door, He let his gun dangle, Just as a Starved jumped on his back, He jerked his head to the side, To avoid the Foul mouth of the Infected,-~Steigen Sie von mir, dass du verdammt ghul!~ -He quickly grabbed the shoulder's of the Starved and flung it forward's onto the ground as he shot it once in the head, He then pulled out the bottle of Gasoline from his pocket, Pouring a small bit over it, As he used another match to light it, He then Closed the bottle and put it back in his pocket, He walked over to the bunker and knocked lightly as he spoke,- ~Hullo? I am Not a bandit and i am seeking Shelter for the Night, Please if you will let me Stay it would be Appreciated, If not, Well, Then i will be off, To enjoy this Wonder full life of killing!~-the last bit was sarcastic and it as easy to tell even with that accent of his,-