Welcome To Hell
A man in a black mask stared out a window only wearing a pair of cargo pants, a pair of scruffy, black shoes, and a grey t-shirt with a red wintersong painted on the front, covering a kevlar ballistic vest, "To many contaminated outside." He said to himself, his voice sounding mechanicle and A.I. like. He opened up a chest and pulled out a utility belt, covered in different pouches, and with two pistol holsters, filled with a Beretta 92FS in each. He slipped the belt round his waist, before climbing a ladder up to the roof. Once he reached the roof, the darkness was all he could see, exept a few trees and the contaminated surrounding the house he was held up in, away from anything else. He took the pistols out of the holsters and started to shot the contaminated.
Once all the contaminated were killed, he slipped down the ladder, " I never thought it would come to this, I never thought me failing my city would cause this much damage." He unclipped his belt and placed it on the table in the center of the room, the only other peice of furniture apart from the chest in the house. The man took off his mask and threw it into the chest before messing up his tree bark brown hair, slipping onto the birch wood wloor, and drifting into a deep sleep.