Sinamoi: Nice job, mate. We're safe now thanks to you. But we won't make it long without food. If help don't come soon, we're going to have to head to town. Meantime, maybe you could see if anybody needs help. We're safe here for now, but there's still a lot to do. A lot of people here need help. Go talk to them and see what you can do.
Sam B: Anything good in here?
Sinamoi: People have been asking for you. Looking for help. Hunt them down. See what they need.
Mike: I feel like I'm back in fucking Iraq. These bodies are starting to rot. You smell that? We need to burn them before they start attracting more of these walking dead motherfuckers. Do me a favor, see if you can get some gas from that station nearby.
Sam B: I'm up for it.
Mike: Okay, good! See if you can find a car. That way you can move more gas.
Sam B: This is fucked up! Goddamn! What's wrong with you? Sorry, man. Just stay down! I don't believe this!