[Salone]

Lev looked ahead, eying the dead in front of them. From the distance he couldn't judge the decay on the bodies (if there was any to begin with), so there was no way for him to tell just how long they had been there. Still, it made him nervous. He unshouldered the Mosin-Nagant, bringing it up just in case. It seemed quiet for bodies to just be hanging there to him. He whispered to the group, trying to stay as quiet as possible.

"I say ambush. Get low, get a weapon."