Half Moon Bay, New Zealand

ATEF 2nd Regiment D Squad

Corporal Frost Jensen

"Sir?"

Frost sat up, his hands propped on the cold, hard ground, and shook his head. He looked around, the dim environment was only a step away from the darkness that he couldn't reach, and thanks to the GS91 running light on his shoulder, he could see the general outline of objects within two or three meters of it.

He had a long dream in which he was standing in front of his friends with a gun in his hand, his mother holding a bouquet of flowers and smiling at his own grave, and a garden full of tulips with a white wooden house in the center......

In short, he dreamed a lot, illusory, neither of which had ever happened, nor did it seem like it would happen in the future. But Frost had an indescribable sense of reality, as if he had experienced it firsthand. He wouldn't understand, probably won't, the only thing he knows is that it's either what he wants to see or what he never wants to see.

"Are you awake, Sir Frost?" he heard a dry but beautiful voice again, "are you awake?"

Ah, of course, he didn't make much noise, but apart from them, there was no sound nearby. Frost remembered what had happened before he fell unconscious, and he knew what the outcome was and what it was. They must have managed to escape into the subway, and there was a lifeless silence around them, with no lighting meaning no electricity.

Frost tried to turn on the night vision device, but unfortunately it didn't work, and some of the GS91's functions seemed to be disturbed and could not be activated properly. In desperation, he had to rely on the unreliable naked eye to find Wendy's location.

"I'm going to inform Chief Unakin, please stay here. With that, Wendy disappeared into the darkness.

The footsteps faded away, and in the dark tunnel, Frost felt reassuring and a little afraid. He heard the sound of water dripping down, something he hadn't noticed before.

The communicator was also out of order, and neither Command nor Axia could be contacted. As a result, they are in a difficult situation, with no contact with the outside world and no basic supplies such as water and food. At this time, the question of whether they will die is a bit intriguing, after all, they just escaped death to become such a fate.

He stood up, trying to catch up with Wendy, but suddenly realized that he couldn't tell which way she was going. After a while, the tunnel on the right grew brighter. Sergeant Unakin's GS91 lighting was functioning properly, and when the harsh light shone on Frost's face, he squinted in response, wondering what his expression was at this time.

"Excellent, Frost," Unakin, who was on the backlit side, was just a black figure with no visible face at all, "Excellent." ”

Frost raised his hand to block out the light, and Unakin turned away, the light illuminating the cracked inner walls, and water trickling through the cracks and dripping onto the gray floor.

It looks like it's in danger of collapsing at any moment. Is it time for them to get out? Or is it their end to die here?

Unakin didn't answer his inner question, but walked back in silence, Frost and Wendy followed silently. It was the first time he had seen Master Chief like this, but Frost was not surprised at all, after facing such a desperate situation, witnessing the scene of any life being shattered, his current behavior seemed to be very reasonable. His life wasn't shattered, something else was about to be destroyed.

But the two big living people around him were so lifeless, and he began to wonder if he was still dreaming, if he hadn't woken up yet, or if he would never wake up again.

Unakin stopped suddenly.

"Wendy, you stay here," he said, "even if you're an artificial ligand, it's still too dangerous to go on without protective equipment. ”

"Yes. ”

Frost was wondering what Master Chief meant, when he suddenly noticed that the radiation readings monitored by GS91 had exceeded the standard by more than two times, and he couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body. At this point, he didn't want to go any further, and he didn't know if GS91 would be able to protect against more serious radiation contamination than that.

But not receiving an order from Yunakin to stay meant that he kept going—God knows what lay ahead. Damn, he should have known that the South Union had dropped nuclear weapons.

While Frost was mentally prepared, he and Unakin went to find out. The road ahead grew brighter and brighter, and in addition to the lights of Sergeant Unakin, there was other light coming in, as if they had reached the exit. When Frost realized that it was sunshine, he also noticed that the temperature around him had climbed significantly, even reaching fifty degrees.

Definitely not normal, he swallowed, and the bad premonition in his heart grew stronger and stronger. Until Unakin, who was walking in front, stopped, until he saw nothing in front of him, his heart almost stopped.

Nothing, Frost couldn't believe his eyes, there was nothing left.

He was confronted with nothingness, an abyss, an emptiness that did not want to believe in its existence. He looked down in fear, his big black mouth wide open, declaring that he would devour everything. No, this was the scar left by the cannibalization, and Frost saw that there was still a red, non-shining liquid on the hollow, slippery inner walls. God, what is it that melts the whole earth, and makes a bottomless hole in the surface? What kind of creature would do such a thing?

I couldn't believe I was awake. Countless hands stretched out from the pitch-black abyss, grabbed him, grasped his heart, and crushed it vigorously. Frost broke out in a cold sweat, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw blue sky and white clouds in his field of vision. He could never look directly into the abyss anymore, he was now convinced, convinced, he could not lower his head, fear made him look up. If he lowers his head, he'll see it again, right?

"Sir, Chief Frost, are you alright?"

Startled, he came back to his senses and found himself in the subway tunnel, Wendy staring straight at him.

Just now?

"Chief Yunakin doesn't want to talk about it, depending on your ......reaction," Wendy said, "it's not a good thing. ”

Frost nodded slowly.

"Hey, are you still in a daze?" Frost heard Yunakin's cry and turned his head, who was on the steps and opened a door.

They entered, and there was not a single creature in the small space covered with garbage. Without rats of astonishing size, Frost felt panicked.

Climbing up the ladder, the path that connected to the sewers led them to the surface, Unakin lifted the heavy manhole cover, and the sun shone back on them.

Finally out of the ground, Frost thought, warm daylight, fresh air, but lack the joy of life.

It's reality. He wanted to shout out loud and ask what the place was, but it didn't make sense. No one would answer him, and there was no need to answer, he was still in Half Moon Bay, never leaving here. It was the city that left him.

Everything was shattered, and all that remained of the building was fragments and fang-like steel bars, and it was impossible to see what it had been. The highway is like the waves of the sea, one after another, as if crumpled newspapers, and they are just ants climbing on the newspapers.

Therefore, the void must be in front of itself.

His hands hung limply, what else could he do? he knew it was all over, and they had survived with great difficulty, and it was too late for joy to rejoice. But he didn't know how to express it, he didn't know what to express at the moment. This war has transcended his personal confines – as an individual human being – and he cannot accept it.

A strong wind blew behind him, just as he hesitated and hesitated. Frost turned around and saw that Luo Lian's transport plane was slowly descending, and the hatch was also slowly falling.

"Now is not the time to stand still, Corporal Frost Jensen," the voice that was supposed to be on the communicator came from inside the transport plane, "Get on board, Delta Squad." ”

Raising his head, General Jeno Kashleo held out his hand to him.