Aiden:"Jeez... What's with the trantrum, guy?" Declan:"Life sucks, it's that simple." Aiden:"What happened?" Declan:"Back in the good old days, there were holes all around here. Infected would come out every night and attack the station. Ahhh... good times... Y'see, we knew exactly where they were gonna come out, so killing them was easy. Fish-in-a-barrel easy! Shooting gallery shenanigans every night. Me and my buddies would be on who could take out the most. We drank and blew off steam... Sometimes, we'd test weapons on virals. Those were our 'special' nights. Ya know?" Aiden:"Sounds like a hoot AND a holler!" Declan:"Right?! But, shit, it's over... The Lieutenant ordered all doors within a few kilometers nailed shut and all holes boarded up. Although... don't tell anyone, a new hole appeared recently and we got virals coming out of it. Clawed their way through the wall of a toilet stall. Talk about shit backing up!" Aiden:"Great." Declan:"When the Lieutenant notices it, we'll have to board it up, but for now... I happen to have a special weapon to test. But neither I nor any of my buddies want the Lieutenant to catch us using it. But you... if you want, you can test it... at least before they board the shitter up again." Aiden:"So... this is a limited time offer, then?! Oooo..." Declan:"Just be careful... the virals coming from that place smell... well... like shit. But you look like you can stand the stink. Go ahead next door and grab the weapon to start the fun!"
(After completing the challenge with a Bronze medal) Declan:"You got some skills. You gotta feel it more in your blood, though. Keep trying, wontcha?"
