There are monkey boys in the facility
James offers his hand, moving and speaking in a calmer way "pardon my manners. Scott's the name, James Scott formerly lieutenant 13th. Fly boy, not a mud hugger like you guys."
"Want some food with that Coke?"
Giving the man a chance to order and drink he asks in a while "Hard times for many. Did you have a trade before you went in?"
Turning down the offer of food Jimmy takes a moment to compose himself."Can't argue with you there," Kimball says sympathetically, counting out three twenties and four tens. "Seen my share of dead men who didn't want to stay put." He hesitates, then adds an extra ten.
"Though the ones I saw weren't trying to eat anyone," he continues, sliding the money over to Jimmy. "Ain't right. I don't suppose you have any idea why?"
He begins collecting the bullets, separating the cross-marked ones into a smaller pile.
"I was...I mean I am a plumber. Find it hard keeping down a job though. You know how it is."
Then turning to Kimball he continues "You'll laugh at me but....Something evil was in that forest. We found it underground...a cave...With pictures....We ran, chased out by something. Then the dead came. We saw things eating corpses, not human, like dogs but two legged, but then we stumbled on a village. The dead just...just kept coming. Only a few of us made it back. No one talked about what we saw.
An officer came....Someone special...he believed in me, but then he went and I never saw him again ."