Bill had sent you and Francis to check out a vacant, abandoned home. Mainly because the old man didn't want to listen to Francis anymore, and desperately needed a break from his complaining. But because he didn't necessarily trust him to go out on his own, he made you go along with him. To make sure the biker didn't get himself killed.

"This is stupid," Francis sighed, his pump shotgun in hand as the both of you walk side by side. "What if we don't even find anything? Then we just wasted our time."

The small neighborhood was quiet and dark, but that didn't mean any infected weren't lurking around.