" . . . . . It's been over two-hundred days since this all began. I'm still not fully sure how this all went down or how it happened. All my life I had to fight to survive. Do what I had to do to live. No matter how hard it went on my morals or my well being. A merc's life is never done. At least until you get either a bullet in your corpse or clawed to death by one of those ugly freaks. I usually ride solo, but for this one I had to team with three others to hopefully find the guy responsible for this shit. So far we looked in two other places where he, or they, could possibly be hiding. Third time's a charm, right? Well . . . . . "