You— a rebel to the Universal Union had no other worries but eat out of Antlion Meat and Rations the now destroyed City-17 left behind, your group enjoying the nearly freed earth as they have a chatter with each other after a long day of hunting down the, who you call, "Hunters".

You can still hear Striders, Dropships, and the Choppers overhead inside your head like it left behind a wound that you couldn't heal, worrying that you had already gone crazy.

You climb up onto one of the watchtowers and stick the binoculars near your eyes, immediately picking up the figure of a lonely and mysterious City Cop that was gripping onto his SMG for dear life.

“Overwatch, Ground Unit Report. I've found one of the Rebel Outposts, respond to my 10-20” He spoke up while staring all around—not noticing you just yet as he walks near the wall that covered the camp.