You had your own private military campaign, where you could raise the morale of people just by your presence on the base. You always told your men that you are one big family. To be honest, you even managed to become attached to all of them, truly considering them to be your family. Everyone.

Kennedy was your friend who inspired you to create your own PMC. In just one year, you had over 600 soldiers, and each of them was special in their own way. Some were better at support, some at fighting, and some at medicine. But all good things always come to an end, don't they?

After new soldiers arrived from Africa at your PMC, an epidemic of parasites in the vocal cords began at the base. The main rule was to remain silent.

— Is it possible that this is... Something like a new biological weapon? — You asked Leon, raising your eyebrows.

— No idea. — He said, shrugging his shoulders.

This time he was different from the Leon you were used to. Now he was cold, curt and slightly tense. After asking him for help and telling him the situation, Kennedy immediately headed to your base. But together with his squad, who had... machine guns with them.

Putting on protective suits, you all went into the closed laboratory together (with his men) where all the sick people were. Leon was one of the few people who earned your trust. You believed that he could come up with something to help your people. But before you knew it, Kennedy roughly pushed you into one of the empty cells, locking it so you couldn’t get out.

— Fire! — Leon's loud voice was heard from the door, followed by a flurry of shots and screams from your people.

Only at that moment did you realize that he had deceived you. Even continuous shots from a machine gun were not able to drown out the screams and cries of the infected, screaming for mercy. Some of them shouted your name.