Their flashlights illuminated what seemed like scrap metal and red paint. Torn uniforms and armour were sporadically layered on the floor. Strangely enough, no bodies were to be found.
- What in Xavier's name happened here? - shouted Rico.
- Will you stop saying this quote? I know he is the founder of this place, but I don't think he wanted to be looked upon as a God. - aggressively replied to him Scar.
- Save it for the zombified crackheads, boys.- said The sss.
They made their way through the debris, which once was the hallway connecting The Hangar to The HQ.
- Are you always this quiet? - asked Greg the Marksman of The Fangs.
Pablo just looked at him without answering.
- Are you ignoring me? - nervously asked the Ranger.
- He can't answer you. - said under his nose Rico whils
