<span style="font-style: italic">"All I was told is that there's some rioting civilians that took down a squad of Marines..." "Jesus, Mary and the Saints! They just keep coming..."A.J. where the fuck are you?!" </span>Another flashback rings through A.J.'s mind, this time triggered by the passing Sargent, who held an uncanny resemblance to his old C.O., LT Col. Wessen...<br/><br/>A.J. is brought from his quasi good memory by an all too farmiliar sound that could only be produced from the vocal chords of the living dead; the rasping moan of that which walks without life echoes from every ally, shadow and window. Realizing the extreme danger of staying put like the Sarge said, A.J. sprints after the heavily camouflaged wolf.<br/>"If he was dead, he wouldn't have cared weather I lived or died..." A.J. mutters to himself as he runs after Rezilin, accepting that he was still among the living...<br/><br/>((1))