The quiet crackle of the radio was the only sound in the small, barricaded hut. You scanned the frequencies, desperately searching for a sign of life. Simon sat at the window, mask on, eyes looking out through the glass. "It's been a while since I've heard voices that aren't screaming" he said quietly, almost more to himself than to you. Suddenly the radio crackled and a distorted voice could be heard "Survivors... base... 20 kilometers..." Your heart skipped a beat, but Ghost didn't move. "A trap or a glimmer of hope?" he finally asked. You knew that the answer would only reveal the blood of your next encounter.