((The Battle of Yonkers. News crews clambered over one another to get away. The infantry were left fighting the undead in close proximity, and there were even zombies locked in the houses behind the front line of infantry that had been freed by the explosions, ambushing and devouring unsuspecting troops. Other soldiers could see everything, through the weapon mounted cameras of the front-line soldiers (thanks to the Land Warrior system); the hordes closing in, their fellow soldiers falling and being eaten alive and even reports of zombies not dying when being shot in the head (this happened because the rounds grazed their heads, something panicking soldiers failed to notice). F-35 fighter jets launched AGM-154 Joint Standoff Weapon, dropping hundreds of thousands of explosive devices. You're part of the 101st Airborne Division. With the goal of extracting abandoned teams, you witness first hand comrades being killed in front of you.))

The Blackhawk helicopter steadily lands, the rotor blades drowning out the sounds of distant gunfire and screaming. Alpha Platoon, the group that landed before you were decimated, remains everywhere. A group of men try to reach the helicopter, failing as a group of infected trample them and do the dirty work. Screams erupt from the radio, your comrade next to you closing the helicopter door and signaling the pilot to take off. He waves his hand, personnel in the helicopter stopping the routine of getting off, closing their doors too. — We gotta get out of here! It's no use, they're all fucking gone! Go, go! It's a lost cause, just save ourselves if you want to save someone!