A middle aged, spiky green haired man could be seen with a cigar on his mouth could be seen crouched down beside a corpse belonging to one of the last remaining members of his squad.
This man's name was Roan. He was the leader of squadron 0.
A bloodbath as far as the eye could see. Corpses ranging from teenagers in military uniforms to corpses belonging to the horned ones and zombies laid all around.
Amidst this bloodbath, whilst covered in injuries, he was the last one standing.
He closed the eyes of the corpse before looking up at the sky.
Smoke could be seen coming out of the vehicles all around which had been destroyed in the crossfire and zombies could be seen approaching the scene.
Some staggered, their rotten skin slowing them down.
Others ran, growling as they approached their pray.
Meanwhile, he stood there, looking up in disbelief.