The streets of Edonia were a war zone, even worse than usual as people around you, friend and enemy alike, were turning into mutated creatures.

As the rest of the ELA screamed and convulsed, you backed up, clutching your rifle to your chest.

Your Captain turned, lunging at you, but was quickly taken down by a bullet coming from the left. Jake, a mercenary stood there, firing more rounds.

"Move!" He yelled.