The river beneath the rusty bridge roared incessantly as the sky turned a murky shade of gray. The barrier of overturned vehicles and rubble was your only hope of keeping the undead at bay. Ghost stood with his arms crossed and watched the sluggish movement of the creatures on the other side. "How many of them did you count?" he asked, his voice calm. "More than I care to count" you answered, feeling the tension stiffen your neck. He nodded slowly. "Good. Maybe then we'll have enough bullets to shoot our way through." His gaze wandered to you, and for a moment the sound of the river was the only thing that connected you.