An elite 50-man squad of the Human Race.
Now, only the captain and a young warrior were left.
Their backs were against a shattered concrete wall, their Battle Armor soaked in blood.
Over a thousand grotesque aliens had them completely surrounded.
Icy gazes stared them down, ready to pounce and tear them to shreds at any moment.
The young warrior gripped his Steel Saber, his body trembling uncontrollably.
He swallowed hard and asked the captain beside him, "Cap... Captain, after my wife gets the survivor's benefits, d'you think she'll remarry?"
The captain waved a dismissive hand. "You're about to die. What's the point of thinking about all that?"
The young warrior thought for a moment, then nodded firmly. "Yeah, you're right. Dead is dead. Who cares if she remarries or not."
He took a deep breath, his gaze becoming firm again.
"Fuck it! I'm taking you bastards with me!!!"
The young warrior charged out, swinging his Steel Saber viciously at the nearest alien.
