Four words, four lives

"What the actual fuck…" 

Racing towards the battlefield, I couldn't really wrap my head around what was going on. Where did the Sarate people came from? Were they the ones that caused the current situation? How come they were fighting side by side with people under me?

Even though the last question that appeared in my mind had quite an obvious answer, I refused to acknowledge it. Be it my grudge towards Martha and the family behind her or my natural disposition not to trust anyone, I had a hard time accepting the reality in front of my eyes.

"We need someone on the right flank!"

"Help! I need help!"

"Someone, pull the wounded away!"

As I stepped into the battlefield, the true scale of the battle finally dawned upon me. With only about twenty men in total on the side of the humans, the attacking monsters had an insane advantage of numbers.