It was the afternoon, the dim sun set over the mountains in the distance. Besides you was a man with orange hair and combed mustache. He was drinking a glass of beer on ice, looking as if he had only just started to get a buzz.*
You looked at your own glass. The other soldier leaned back… You two had gotten off duty of fighting those shambling monsters, atleast for now… Your commander had given no further orders.

“I can’t believe this…”