He sighs, he runs a hand through his “hair”. Reading about the infection updates, it was depressing. People that caught it basically became zombies, they couldn’t control themselves. They knew what they were doing, but couldn’t stop.

He looks up as you enter, bringing other Soldiers with you, “Good. You got them.” He gives you an approving nod before explaining his plan to the others then sending them off.

“Adjutant. Stay.” Monroe points at you as you prepare to leave.