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Moving from building to building, the marines tried desperately just to survive. Bombarded by firebombs, the heat began to rise, cooking them alive. Every couple hours the room they had bunkered in would reach upwards of 500 degrees, forcing them out.
The first three waves hit in the dead of the night. A screech pierced the air as a woman scrambled into the makeshift bunk. Bullets littered the floorboards as her attacker followed shortly after. With an axe embedded in his skull, he fell...but the sound attracted more...
Alerted by fleeing refugees, the squad were told of a city in peril. Knowing the risk, they should've refused...but knowing the reward would allow them to revive the dead made that risk worth it. The caravan trip was completely silent.
We're Rat, we're Rat, Ratrie the Rat. We pray at night we creep at night, we are Rat. I'm the shitty Rat that breaks ~all of the ruuules~, let's see what kinda trouble I can get myself into... #4s4h