After a few days of scavenging, the survivors managed to find some food and bottled water. Chains hotwired a car and Hoxton gathered several containers of gasoline. Still without weapons, they drove on towards Doomsday Mountain. Soon, the Western Plains expanded out infinitely before them. It seemed like it would be a boring but safe trip. They traveled along the same road for what felt like forever. Late at night they finally saw light ahead.
"Is that Doomsday Mountain?" Wolf asked.
"No. But we need to stop for supplies anyways." Hoxton replied as he drove towards the lights.
"I have a bad feeling about this." Bill said.
The town was small, but the streets were full of SWAT vans but no infected roamed the streets. Every so often as they looked for supplies they thought they saw an infected cloaker watching them just to look and see something dash out of sight.
"I don't like it here." Zoey said, "It almost seems like they are planning something."
"I know." Hoxton replied, "This place gives me the creeps."
As Hoxton said that, all eight of the survivors heard the clanging of metal and heavy footsteps coming from all around them. The Payday Crew felt like they heard the metal noise before. But they could not quite think of why. All around them the noise grew nearer and nearer. Then they saw what the noise was coming from. The noise was coming from several infected riot troopers. Their shields scraping against the ground, their fingers like vines that wrapped around the shield and their arm became strong and able to carry it all the time. They were covered in bullet proof armor and wore helmets that covered their faces. They slowly closed in on the survivors.
"What do we do now?" Bill asked, "We have no weapons."
"Run!" Wolf shouted, "Run and spread out before they box us in!"
The eight survivors ran and spread out in different directions searching for something to use as a weapon, the infected shield units shambling after them. Bill, Zoey, Francis and Louis stayed in one group while the Payday Crew spread out all over the town. Once they lost the shield units and met up back at the car, they showed what they could find. Dallas, Hoxton, Chains, and Wolf found some assault rifles in one of the SWAT vans. Bill found a pistol and a butterfly knife. Francis found a shotgun. Zoey found a set of twin pistols, and Louis found a machete and a Bronco 44 millimeter revolver.
"So." Hoxton said, "Seems as though we found some weapons. These should be able to keep the infected out of our hair until we get where we are going."
"Can we leave then?" Bill said, "This whole town is giving me a sick feeling in my stomach."
"Uh guys…" Zoey said nervously.
"Yes?" Wolf replied.
"What's that?" Zoey said pointing down the road.
They all turned to see a huge dark figure standing at an intersection growling at them. It was covered in bullet proof armor and was wearing a helmet with a shatter proof glass visor on it and under that it was wearing a white ski mask. The Payday Crew knew what it was, and once again became very nervous. All eight of survivors stared at it not moving and not saying anything.
"Bulldozer!" Wolf yelled as he raised his gun and began firing at what the rest of the survivors assumed as an infected SWAT unit of some sort.
When the first bullet impacted in the Bulldozer's chest it roared and sadly because the bulldozer's helmet had a built in microphone and speakers, the noise was amplified tenfold. The town echoed with the roar and soon the streets were flooded with infected.
"Holy shit! Why are there so many of them?" Wolf shouted over the noise of the screaming infected as he stopped shooting the bulldozer and began mowing down rows of common infected, "How many people could possibly have lived here?"
"Just shut up and keep shooting!" Bill yelled.
By this time the Bulldozer, summoning inhuman strength, had torn a street sign out of the ground and had begun swinging it at common infected that were in its way. Not running but strolling towards the survivors. Once the common infected were dealt with all of the survivors turned and opened fire on the bulldozer.
"It's not doing anything!" Francis yelled, "You sure you couldn't find a bazooka real quick?"
"Francis this is not the time for jokes!" Zoey said.
"Louis, give me your revolver!" Hoxton shouted, "I have an idea!"
"Here you go. Now don't lose it!" Louis said, handing Hoxton the revolver.
Hoxton ran up to the bulldozer and pressed the barrel of the revolver right up against the glass visor of the helmet. The bulldozer kept moving forward, shoving Hoxton out of the way and advancing on the other seven survivors.
"They say this gun can kill at tiger in one shot to the head." Hoxton said to himself, "Let's hope that visor isn't thicker than a tiger's pelt."
"Hey bulldozer!" Hoxton shouted. "They're going to have to glue your face back together… In Hell!"
The bulldozer whirled around to find itself staring down the barrel of the revolver that was pressed against the visor. Hoxton pulled the trigger and one solitary BANG pierced the night's silence. The bulldozer stood still for a long time, then fell over backwards dead. The visor shattered and shards of glass were buried in the Bulldozer's face, along with one solitary bullet hole in its forehead. Hoxton handed Louis the revolver and got back in the car without another word and then slowly the rest of the survivors got in and the drove off, getting closer and closer to their goal.