hearts and minds to win over in this war. No reporters dulling the blade of decision with their ivy league moralising. Just survival.
He was a marine, he’d been well trained for war, but this was way outside the norm of anything him or his superiors had ever imagined. Still, he knew how to improvise, how to adapt to the battlefield, to survive and to eventually come to dominate his enemy. These swarms though, so militant, so organised. They almost seemed to have a purpose.
He climbs up onto the platform to get off the heavy gravel surface between the tracks. The rocks were tiresome to walk on after a while but also made too much noise and he needed to keep quiet. His mission was to get to the stadium and convince whoever had brought a plane load of