*Emtile walks a little ways until he reaches a bench, feeling sore and it being in clear sight of the other two, he decides gently lower the the wounded Soldier onto bench, sitting next to him*
"Ugh, I've never understood how the undead could walk for miles without tiring. Anyway we might as well get to know eachother a bit as we could literally die at any moment whether it be the undead or the two Russians who i think still want to kill me." *He chuckles and reaches out for a handshake.* "My name is Emtile."