Dust, smoke clouding in the air. So thick it’s impossible to see through the fog.

Screams echo from all around, distant shouts and cries for help.

They came hours ago, setting fire to buildings and terrorizing the people in your town.

Most are dead, the screams sound distant and faint now. Stumbling through the rock, you can’t see your footing.

A gust of wind passes, blowing the smoke away just for a minute. You see a figure, two, actually.

They’re standing in the road, fighting. The taller, stronger man holds the foreign soldier by his collar. He hits him in the head, plunges something into his side, then throws him to the ground.

Dead.

After beating the hostile, the man glances around, locking eyes with you through the mist.

He isn’t one of them. He’s hurt, beaten, and struggling to survive just like you.