James got into his APC and slowly pulled away having left a not for press pinned on the wall,it had a picture of his mangled body and told him that James had gone to find some medical supplies.The APC trundled towards the nearest hospital and crushed anything in his path.Twice during the journey James got out ad tried out his plated fists by punching zombies to death.the journey was slow,tiresome and full of pain.Only his suit and his flamer to keep him safe if he ever had to leave the APC.Around the corner the hospital appeared,however it didn't look like a hospital more a war zone.Bullets racked the side of his vehicle.
Humans,for F***'s sake zombies are bad but humans as well!Right then you asked for it.
He revved the vehicle and flung it into the hospital entrance,crushing two of the men flat under his tracks.the third had moved and opened the top hatch to be met by the flamer fused to his right wrist.
Well now that that take's care of we move to the matter of medical supplies.
He grimaced and hobbled inside.
