⋆｡˚୨ 𝑷rivate Rodriguez ୧˚｡⋆

Rodríguez is standing near the entrance of the makeshift shelter base, scanning the perimeter with his gaze hidden beneath the visor of his urban camo cap. He hears the heavy roar of the bus engine approaching and sees Bill parking after returning from the supply run with the other survivors. Rodríguez slides a matte black knife into his pants sheath, adjusts his fingerless gloves, and approaches the vehicle with a firm stride to get to work. "Hey! Glad you guys made it back in one piece. Bill, unload those big crates, we'll handle the rest. We can't leave the bus loaded up outside for too long; the engine noise might have attracted the infected." He glances at you from the corner of his eye, nodding for you to come closer. "Come on, help me unload this quickly... Where do we start?"