Determination

Steel feet crushed the snow. The steel surface of two T-3 power armors reflected the piercing sunlight.

Immediately following the power armors were twenty "knights" in kinetic skeletons, as well as one hundred "citizens" in carbon nano bulletproof vests. Everyone held a Reaper rifle and marched in a scattered square formation.

At the end of the line was a Tiger. The fearsome electromagnetic pulse cannon attached to the back of the pickup truck cast a menacing vibe under the cold winter light.

He gazed into the distance. The streets along the highway were dead silent. There were no signs of mutants at all.

The dumb zombies had their feet trapped in snow as they lingered in front of the destroyed stores. The drool coming out of their mouths were frozen into icicles. There would be occasional zombies walking into the middle of the road, but a gunshot from a soldier would easily put them down.