Sgt. Miles woke up in the middle of the night and left his living quarters, walking through the military base's halls way too loudly, making his way into a spare room that had been converted into a place to hold survivors, the room was empty.

"This is just depressing." Sgt. Miles mutters, plopping down on a couch and just thinking. He could never have prepared for this to happen, so many casualties in one night, but he shakes the thought out of his head. "Damn, I'm hungry." He complains, but does nothing about it as he stretches on the couch.