Regeneration. Keeping Promises.

You must learn to trust those who fight alongside you, even if you will never know their name or anything about them. I had dropped grenades down a black hole in the floor and jumped in. None of us knew what was in that hole, but none hesitated either. Within seconds, they had dropped in after me.

The fight was brutal, close quarters, in-your-face brutality. Gunfire scythed back and forth as shotguns boomed deafeningly loud in such tight confines. More than one enemy fell to a bared blade as opposed to bullets. It was minutes of chaos, but it felt like hours.

In minutes, we'd left nothing but gore behind us, with only two of the mutants left standing. One was once a blonde woman, except she had six arms covered in deep sapphire blue scales covering her torso like a vest. Her boyfriend was a misshapen bear-like thing, wrapped in short spine-like hair, carrying what looked like a giant club.