The Z Plague

While you were enjoying a short leave, you have now been recalled to active duty. Currently there is no cure whatsoever from this infection, and all bitten comrades should be quarantined immediately. That's how you have found yourself with other members of the army, barricading the city home to a score of people. The city is under martial law and you are ordered to shoot anyone, undead or otherwise, that tries to get out or breach the defenses. It is the middle of the night and all streets have been subjected to a mandatory curfew. Sentrys posted on platforms inform your commander of humanoid figures not more than 50 feet away. There is a tense moment as you ready your firearm. Turns out these humanoid figures are refugees, and they start yelling as soon as they spot your team. The group of about 50 or so survivors scream and demand to be let in. They refuse to leave when ordered. The commander is fed up with this nonsense. He orders you all to ready your firearms and start shooting