The Combine

I thought I was dead.

Nothing moves in the land of death.

Nothing moves in the land of decay.

This is something I have always wished for.

Complete extermination.

A bruised and beaten mongrel gasping for her dying breath.

Ultimate extinction.

No remorse for anything.

No salvation for anyone.

You want a war?

Survival of the fittest was a bullshit lie.

The stench of rot owns the earth.

You want a war?

I'll give you a fucking war.

You wanted a war, so I gave you a fucking war.

I thought I was dead.

I'm the only one left...