Texas-Red-Wolf

They are Anxious A dense fog enveloped them on this night patrol. they move down the quit rain drenched road with the soft rain suppresses further their swift silence. The helmets built in thermal imaging systems showed the heat of the world in a sail of dark gray tones. Their leader thinks about the patrol. Remembering the last few times other patrols found trouble and never came home. The leader knows that all of their heart sinks thinking of them, but now they all have to focus on the mission of searching for supplies and to clear any walking husks that wonders the abandon town. The third in the group look to their right down a road to see a white blear flash across. A red-light blink on all of their visors showing that three saw something they all stop and turn to look at three. Three points two fingers to their eyes, then puts the same two fingers on their neck that glowed white in the thermals, then lastly points down the road vigorously. The leader nodes then hold two fingers