Bullets fly in the air, pinging off the van's rusted metal and burying themselves in the crumbling walls around us. My back slams against the van as I reload, ears ringing from the gunfire.
"Fucking scavengers!" Benji yells over the disarray, ducking behind an overturned dumpster. "Where the hell did they even come from?!"
"Same place we did," I grunt, popping up just long enough to fire off a few shots.
A figure in ragged clothing jerks back as my bullet finds its target, dropping lifelessly onto the pavement.
"They're starving, just like us."
"Great!" Kyle snaps from behind the cover. "Maybe we can all starve together in peace!"
"Doesn't seem like they're in a sharing mood!" Hector bellows, ripping off the car door he'd been using as a shield and flinging it toward the nearest shooter. It slams into the man's torso with a crunch, sending him sprawling.