"I don't think we can trust the armies," Night says. "Look at the corpses. They're in uniforms. Uniforms of both sides."<br/><br/>"Does this mean... we're dead?" "No, you idiot, it means someone dressed them up in our uniforms." "Oh, yeah, I suppose... but, who were they?"<br/><br/>Most of the soldiers begin going about their set tasks, but one of them, one of the more injured ones, likely a little delirious from blood loss, though he's already been patched up, looks on the verge of cracking. "I know him, I know him," he mutters, over and over, staring at one of the nearby undead corpses.