Jean-Pierre made his way up the stairs of the building. He went all the way up to the roof of the building and sat down. He thought back to what he'd been doing right before the apocalypse had started.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">1 week earlier</div><br/><br/>Jean-Pierre stood before a line of new recruits. All of them young and shaking in their boots. "So you all think zat you 'ave what it takes to be a Seal? I guarantee you all zat more zan 'alf of you will be dropped from ze program." He barked at the young men in front of him. He strode down the line of recruits scrutinizing them harshly. Thinking to himself<span style="font-style: italic"> More zan 'alf of zem are scrawny and not likely to be able to take ze strain ze training. </span>He stopped in front of a particularly small recruit that was looking defiant to Jean-Pierre's expectations. "You think zat you will be one of ze new generation of Seals?" He barked at the boy whom stood straight and shouted. "Sir yes, Sir!" Jean-Pierre snorted and jabbed him in the stomach. "We'll see about zat now drop and give me twenty, Maggot!" The boy coughed falling to his knees but he got down and did twenty push-ups. "You stay like that, Maggot. If you think you can be a Seal zen supporting your own weight until I tell you ozerwise shouldn't be a problem." He said and turned away from the boy walking down the line. Suddenly, inhuman screams rang out around them. Jean-Pierre looked up alarmed just as one of the recruits let out an agonized scream as a Terror ripped his throat out. "All of you get to safety!"<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">Present Time</div><br/><br/>Jean-Pierre let out a sigh filled with sadness. His days as a Lieutenant in the Navy Seals were over... ended on that day that the Terrors destroyed everything. He had managed to escape with a few of the recruits but they had gotten separated.