Cain collapsed inside his tent, his body scorched and steaming.
He let out a deep, tired sigh as he rolled over in the bedding laid on the cold, hard floor. However, the terrible living conditions were the furthest thing from his mind.
'So tired...'
A loud explosion rocked the world outside the tent, followed by screams and hurried shouts.
Two weeks had gone by since that day, but its implications had yet to vanish.
Every once in a while, they would get an outbreak of humans infected by the {Soulfiend Parasytes}. Depending on the severity, the damage had been either minimal or catastrophic.
Despite all that, they had still held on up until now.
As the weeks went by, their casualties began to pile up. To make sure none of the deceased returned as the undead, they had to quickly burn their corpses, leaving nothing behind but grey ash that floated in the wind.
As a result, the air had become dark with smog and ash, turning the battlefield into something even more hellish.
