Casey was just opening the door of a garage that he had spent the night in when he heard gunfire in the distance. From the sound he was sure they were close, under a mile, but not aimed at him. 'Well, I better check this out.'
Locking the Blazers door and closing the garage door, Casey took off at a slow jog in the general direction. He stayed off, but within sight, of the road. After 15 minutes he came to the edge of the tree line. Stopping while he still had concealment, he quickly sized up the situation. Four men behind two pick-ups, firing at a small brick building with no windows and some kind of radio-like tower, while sporadic, VERY inaccurate fire was being returned. A third vehicle, a small SUV, was starting to smoke.
There were four bodies on the ground (They weren't going to get up, someone had seen to that). The shooters that Casey could see were using an AK, lever action, an AR type and a bolt action rifle. As Casey watched AK dude called to the others to stop firing. He then pointed at Bolt action kid and sent him about 50 yards away. Keeping watch (?).
AK dude then yelled to the building. Casey couldn't hear what was said, but a red haired girl of about 20 came out with her hands up. After a few animated words between them, AK dude flattened her with rifle butt to the head. Then, predictably AK dude started to undo his belt and fly.
'NOT gonna happen' went through his mind as Casey put the red dot of his aim-point on Bolt action kids chest. One suppressed shot later and one bad guy was writhing on the ground choking on his own blood. Casey wasn't a cruel person, but setting that kid up to become a walker might serve as a distraction. Turning back to the trucks, He saw that the other three hadn't heard his suppressed shot and the girl was still on the ground. Good. He didn't have a shot at AK dude, too bad, so that put AR dude next on his list. Flipping to burst, Casey hit AR dude with at least 2 rounds and quickly snapped a burst at the only target he had left, lever action dude. Unfortunately only clipping him. That woke them up. They started firing into the woods, but they were well off from Casey's location, thank you MR. Suppressor. Unfortunately Casey was on the clock. The undead in the area undoubtedly were heading this way and had been for several minutes because of the unsuppressed gunfire. Lever action dude had spent his ammo mauling a helpless group of bushes and started to move try to upgrade to become AR dude 2.0. BIG Mistake dude. Casey had been waiting for that and it put lever action dude in the open for a few seconds as he picked up the AR. One burst quickly put him down.
That left AK dude who was hiding behind the box of the pick-up. 'Why do people think the thin metal of a vehicle will protect them' ran through Casey's mind as he put three quick bursts through the pick-ups bed. AK dude went down, unfortunately AK dude must've pulled the trigger as he was hit and Casey heard the girl scream in pain and the truck settle on one quarter, 'Damn, one of us blew out the tire.'
As Casey got up and started to move to the girl, bolt action dude got up to go to Casey. Ignoring the slow moving goon for now, Casey got to the vehicles and checked out the scene. AK dude was down permanently, his skull was opened up like a flower, but AR Dude and lever action dude were dead and needed to be shot again. Turning Casey brought his carbine up to take out bolt action dude. One shot and that was done.

The girl was watching Casey when he turned. He made sure he kept the barrel of his carbine from pointing directly at her,"Are you OK?"
"NO, I've been shot, you idiot!" She was holding her leg just above the knee.
"Let me see". Guessing that anyone with three big rings on each hand wasn't a combatant, he tore the knee area of her pant leg open. Not bad. A deep gouge was taken out of the outer part of her lower thigh and it was bleeding hard but not spurting. "Keeping your voice down while I bandage this would be nice. My names Casey."
"Mines Claudia"
"OK Claudia, Here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to bandage that wound, gather everything that might be of value here, jump in that pick-up, go back to my truck and then hopefully get out of here before this place becomes an undead rave. You can come or not, your decision."
"What do you want?" "A crispy cream donut, a vacation and world peace. In that order."
"I can't go without the gear we were here for."
"Can one person move it in less than 5 minutes?"