Frozen Flak
It will never get this bad again... That was the lie that the young Ursusian told himself back when he marched in the Chernobog incident. He told himself the same lie when it came to the incursion into the Lungman and the deaths of Skullshatterer. The lie fell apart when he saw the monsters made by one of the commanders he worked under. It shattered when he watched the walking corpse tear into one of the squads he had been assigned to. It wasn’t someone he knew personally, but that almost made the event more horrifying. He didn’t wait for orders from above, turning and running from the scene, instinct pushing him from alleyway to alleyway, dodging the screams and sounds of fighting. His legs carried him until he found a building that had been broken into, and dove inside, past the bodies of whatever unfortunate beings had been the residents. Fatigue set in almost immediately as his legs collapsed from under him, his machete rolling away under a table, along with his radio. He let out a string of profanity as he tried to crawl under the table, hiding from the world outside.
He had no idea how long he had been running, or what was left of the squads he ran from. "Someone...They....He...he turned them into monsters." The young man spoke, voice thick with both terror and sorrow. He didn't even notice the emergency light blinking on the radio... Someone was listening on Reunion frequencies.
