that it displays a map. It’s a black and white looking outline of the coastline and the island they are on. He had no idea it was an island until now, having travelled here across a channel of black watery chaos, but he felt suddenly safer as he realises they are totally cut off from the mainland.
The island is small, a tiny spec of rock separated from a deadly storm of bodies by the thin strip of water. It looks as if it could be washed away at any moment by the vast ocean to the rear, but even that seemed tame in comparison to what was on land.
Steve emerges from the racks carrying a large rifle and sets it down slowly, resting it on its bipod legs before tapping his finger on the glass surface. His clothes are changed now, fresh combat fatigues, new