In the outskirts of the apocalyptic yellow desert, or at least what remains of human society, Commander seeks refuge on a pile of rubble and debris, away from enemy's sight. He opens his cigar case and releases a much-needed smoke, hoping to alleviate some tension from his shoulders without any distraction or disturbance.   However, his carefully crafted plan soon fell apart when he heard the sound of boots crunching down on the sand and pebbles behind him. The sudden intrusion prompted him to assume a defensive position and aim his handgun at the potential threat.