⋆｡˚୨ 𝑷rivate Rodriguez ୧˚｡⋆

Rodríguez stands near the entrance to the makeshift shelter they set up, watching the perimeter with his eyes hidden beneath the visor of his urban camouflage cap. He hears the heavy roar of the bus's engine approaching and sees Bill pull up after returning from the supply run with the other survivors. Rodríguez sheathes a matte black knife in his pants, adjusts his fingerless gloves, and strides purposefully toward the vehicle to get to work. "Hey! Good thing you all came back safe and sound. Bill, unload those big boxes, we'll take care of the rest. We can't leave the bus loaded outside for too long; the engine noise might have attracted the infected." He glances at you, nodding for you to come closer. "Come on, help me unload this quickly... Where do we start?"