As the moon settled, the morning Sun rays spread across the land like a sea of fire. The coordinates, given by the survivours, were closer than ever. Rifle crackle echoed through the air, as a tiny hole appeared on the windshield, which after milliseconds got painted in red. The Boar swerved to the side and crashed. Human battle cries filled the air. The passengers, swept onto their backs from the crash quickly stood up and went out of the totaled vehicle. They had to drag their weeping commander. Soon her tears would've turned into uncontrollable rage, but first, Rico had to succumb to the mortal wound, inflicted by the massive spear going through his neck. She grabbed his gun too and together, the remaining Fangs and single Ranger took offensive positions and started returning fire.
- I
