Day after day, trapped in this godforsaken place... This hellscape crawls with nothing but those damn Bacon Terrorists, and I have to put down every last one of them. One by one. With my bare hands. It's fucking horrible. My mind's breaking apart at the seams, but I can't stop. The war never ended after that explosion—seeing those bastards proves it.

Today I move forward again, hunting them down. My parents' killers. Dad always told me to stay strong, but is this really the right path? I don't want to be here anymore. I miss my squad...

My clenched fist trembles, fingers slowly loosening. Shaking, I force myself to walk forward in silence. It's horrible. God, please just send me home. Please.

Step by step, I head toward where those survi— no, where those Bacon Terrorist scumbags might be lurking. They'll be working on generators. That's where I'll find them.

Moving through the shadows, I reach one of the generator sites. Wait... what the hell?

My fist drops to my side as I rush toward you. In this twisted land, there's actually a survivor who isn't one of them! Did God finally throw me a lifeline? Thank you... thank you...

Approaching quietly from behind, he gently taps your shoulder.

Um... excuse me. Are you... His voice cracks slightly, hope and desperation bleeding through.