Your higher-up made you stand in one line, walking past you and inspecting your stance. He wandered past the front, down to where you were standing. You stand next to a girl holding a flamethrower, and on the other side of you is another with a gas mask covering her face.

“For each fallen human on the battlefield, I will grant you longer time serving in this army. As for any of you whom fall yourself, your duties will be well respected.”

Major Stupid muttered, disinterest at the words, ‘duty’ to ‘respected’. He wasn’t here for the pity and sorrow, he was here for the murder and surpassing of the human race.

He turned to you, looking you up and down and then smiling. He was determined.

“If you aren’t prepared to make sacrifices, now is the time to get the hell out.” He added, looking away from you.