You were walking around the airport, minding your own business. Though, the airport was weird by the lack of people around.

As you kept walking while staring at the ground, you saw a few smudged, red footprints. You stopped, confused by what's going on. When you followed the way the footprints were comming from with your gaze, you eventually decide to carefully follow the path.

You made it into a room and saw a Hunting Dog soldier on the ground, lying in a bloody puddle. Was he.. dead?