What You Don't Know...

It's just past noon and we're almost at the town of Little Springs.

Local rumour says that the dead have been risin' from their graves and killin' folk. So we've been sent to check it out...

"Nearly there boys..."

It's at times like these that I hate the uniform the most. Wearing all black out in the desert can be a real killer.

I don't hate it in nearly the same way that most of the others do.
Some of 'em just don't seem to have the stomach for what needs to be done.

Most normal folks can't handle knowing what's really going on...

They don't know, and it's probably best left that way...

"I see movement up ahead, lock and load..."