"We're not in the snowy mountains anymore. The SUV's tire tracks could give away our movements."
Brad tied leaves and branches together, making something like an extra-wide broom, then placed it behind the SUV.
Clint still found it hard to believe.
"Those infected are smart enough to do that? They can even follow tire tracks?"
Brad suddenly fell silent and lowered his head, as though something was weighing on him.
Clint came over and patted Brad on the shoulder.
The two stood there until Brad seemed to sort through his feelings and raised his head again.
"You seem to know a lot about those infected?"
Only then did Clint slowly ask his question.
"Actually, I came here on vacation with three old army buddies."
Brad gathered the leftover leaves with his foot and sat down. Clint sat beside him, setting his bow within easy reach.
"That night, I went out to buy cigarettes. The three of them stayed in the bathhouse."
"Then I met a really nice woman on the way, so instead of going back to the bathhouse, I went for a few drinks with her.
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"When I got back to our room the next day and none of them were there, I realized something was wrong."
"Halfway back to the bathhouse to look for them, I ran into one of them, Yin Ri. He had the other two guys' heads hanging from his waist and was chasing someone who was wounded."
"Then I saw Yin Ri pull out a pistol and shoot the fleeing man through the back of the knee."
Besides the pain in Brad's eyes, there was just the right amount of bewilderment as he told this part of the story.
"He didn't just draw and shoot. He chambered a round with a practiced tactical