The next morning, the Darla Rig and the Leanne Rig make their way towards Ashdown, a gated small town. A drone guard is seen standing on the gate, before Darla runs into the gate, knocking the drone mutant guard off as it is ran over by the Leanne Rig. Across from their position, small creatures with bombs strapped to them crawl at a high speed towards the Leanne Rig.
Walter: Hey! Look out!
Rig Pilot: What?!
Walter: Shit!
Walter hops off the Leanne Rig and lands onto the ground, before the small creatures contact the Leanne Rig. The bombs on the creatures explode, destroying the rig and killing everyone on board including Cord.
Kyle: Walter!
Kyle, Jake and Cameron look ahead at the apparent loss of their ally as moments later, Walter walks through the smoke and fire as Kyle laughs.
Jake: Kyle, is that Walter?
Kyle: Yeah...told you he was a tough bastard to kill...
Cameron: That guy's unstoppable!
Kyle: Let's get down there, boys.
Walter approaches Kyle, Jake and Cameron as Kyle and Walter perform a brotherly handshake.
Walter: Looks like we're slammed together, eh, Kyle?
Kyle: Looks that way, brother. Welcome back from the land of the dead. Anyone else make it?
Walter nods.
Jake: Cord?
Walter: No....
Cameron: Shit.....
Jake: Guess we're searching this place by ourselves then, huh?
Kyle: Sorry, man.
Walter: Hey, man...God allows some things to happen to strengthen us.
Kyle, Jake and Cameron walk back, before Walter looks back the wreckage of the Leanne Rig and quickly prays over the fallen.
Walter: Rest in peace, fellas.
Woody steps out of the pilot's cockpit, before noticing the wreckage of the Leanne Rig.
Woody: Damn it!
Woody shouts down to Walter.
Woody: Walter, what the hell happened to Leanne?
Walter: Who?!
Woody: Leanne! What happened?
Walter: Who the hell is Leanne?
Woody: The Rig, man!
Walter: Oh, the rig....we hit some mines..
Kyle: Where? We didn't hit any.
Walter: The "mines" are small moving creatures with bombs strapped on them....I think the whole damn area's infested with those little fuckers.
Jake: Which means we have to clear it out, before the rig moves....there's a graveyard across from the neighborhood.
Kyle: We can handle it...Woody, we're going to walk you there!
Kyle, Jake, Walter and Cameron move through a small house with their weapons out. Near the entrance, another small creature with a bomb is crawling around.
Cameron: What the hell is that thing?!
Walter: Seeing as how they're strapped with some kind of bomb, we should call them...Bomb Frogs.
Kyle: What? "Bomb-Frogs"? Out of the all the corny as name's you pick "Bomb-Frogs"?!
Walter: All right, smart ass, you got a better name?
A short pause.
Walter: All right then...
Kyle: Whatever, let's just deal with them.
Kyle, Jake, Walter and Cameron quickly dispatch of the Bomb-Frogs, before an entrance is open through the alleyway between buildings.
Walter: You know; this place use to be a beautiful place to live in during the winter.
Cameron: What happened to it?
Walter: Well, son, whatever these things are took over...for some time now too.
Jake: It's crazy to think somewhere this close to Midtown Manhattan has been under control for so long....if we had known-
Kyle: If we had known, we would've done this years ago...
The perimeter is seemingly clear of the Bomb Frogs.
Kyle: all clear!
Woody: Ain't that a jar of honey! No more creepy crawlers! Darla's a happy woman!
Kyle: Glad to hear it. Just bring her on through.
Woody drives the Darla Rig through the town of Ashdown with Kyle, Jake, Walter and Cameron escorting, leading to a tunnel.
Kyle: hmmmm....could be anything in here guys...keep your guns up.
Kyle, Jake, Walter and Cameron enter the tunnel.
Cameron: Why don't we have flashlights with us?
Jake: The boy's got a point.
Walter: My dad always told me when I don't have a light in the dark always use your mightiest weapon to guide you.
Cameron: In other words?
Walter: Keep an extra gun in case.
Cameron: Ah...
Woody: Damn! It's darker than a stripper joint without electricity. Hold up! I'm going to get Darla to flash her titties!
Woody turns on the lights aboard the rig, guiding Kyle, Jake, Walter and Cameron in the tunnel.
Jake: Did he just say her ti-
Kyle: Yeah, yeah, he did...let's just keep going.
Jake: You know, I'm starting to think Woody's one of those guys who lives in his vehicle and jerks off to busty beauty magazines.
Cameron: Yeah, I was thinking the same...he's a little strange.
Woody: You know I can hear you through the earpiece, pricks.
Suddenly, more Bomb Frogs emerge and attempt to attack.
Kyle: Shit!
Cameron: Bomb Frogs!
Walter: It's Frog Bombs!
Jake: Who cares?! Just fuckin kill them!
Kyle, Jake, Walter and Cameron fight through the tunnels against attacking Frog Bombs, managing to get the other side of a car blockade in the tunnel.
Kyle: Woody!
Woody: Hold on! I'm comin!
Woody drives the rig through the tunnel and driving through the blockade, lighting the way for the group on the ground. Kyle, Jake, Walter and Cameron continue fighting through the tunnel, reaching the end, but a Manticore creature comes flying down.
Kyle: Manticore! Look out!
The Manticore pilot opens fire as the group takes cover, but Jake equips a grenade and tosses it at the feet of the Manticore. The explosion kills the Manticore and the pilot.
Jake: where'd you get Manticore from?
Kyle: Greek mythology...those things fly....
Jake: Okay, so what do we call the drones then?
Walter: How bout Wasteland Goblins?
A short pause.
Kyle and Jake laughs.
Walter: Man, fuck both of y'all..
Cameron: How about Condemned, sir?
Kyle: What?! Now that....actually does not sound bad...it's not taken.
Jake: Whoa, whoa, whoa...Condemned? That's the corniest fuckin name ever...no offence.
Kyle: Well, do you have a better name for them then?!
Walter looks up and gives alerted expression.
Walter: Mortars!
Kyle: Why the hell would we name them mortars?
Walter: No, mortars in the fucking sky coming down!
Kyle: Wha-oh, shit!
Suddenly, mortars reign down as Kyle, Jake, Walter and Cameron take cover.
Jake: Keep your head down!
Jake turns to Woody.
Jake: Woody, keep the rig inside the tunnel.
Woody: I wasn't going to bring Darla out till y'all dealt with em, anyway! Besides, Darla's a lady and you treat this lady special.
Jake looks over the side.
Jake: I see two mortar squads on the roof of two separate houses on both sides.
Kyle: Split up! Rookie, you're with me! We're taking the left! Jake, you and Walter got the right side!
Kyle and Cameron split up on the left side of the neighborhood while Jake and John enter a house on the right. Both teams manage to take out the Condemned on their side of the neighborhood while on Kyle's side, the house is barred up.
Kyle: Damn! Hey, kid, you see any explosives?
Cameron: Uh...no...no...
Kyle talks into his radio.
Kyle: Hey, Jake, the house we're in front of is all barred up and we can't get in...you got any ideas?
Jake notices Kyle and Cameron outside the barred roof, before running over to a dead Condemned Drone with a mortar.
Jake: Yeah, I do...but you're going to have to stand back.
Kyle: Uh...why?
Jake shoots a mortar into the sky that lands into the barred-up house as the explosion knocks the wooden bars off.
Kyle: Thanks....(quietly) Jackass....next time, fucking warn me, won't you?
Kyle and Cameron move through the house, before managing to reach the Condemned mortar squad and taking them out one by one.
Kyle: Mortars are all clear! Let's get to the graveyard! I think we'll just ride the rest of the way.
Suddenly, small tremors occur like giant footsteps.
Walter: What the hell is that?! An earthquake?!
Jake: No...those sound like footsteps....
In the tunnel, a Goliath is preparing to exit the tunnel.
Jake: Shit! We got a Goliath coming out of the tunnel.
Woody: Oh, fuck! He's going try to anally molest Darla! Stop that petophilin dino! She does not like it in her butt! No, sir!
Kyle: Good fuckin lord, Woody! We get it! Enough with the goddamn dirty metaphors!
Kyle arms a mortar and opens fire just as the Goliath exits the tunnel and prepares to open fire. The missiles hit and destroy the Goliath.
Jake: Well, hell...that was easy.
Woody drives the Darla rig to extract Kyle, Cameron, Jake and Walter.
Woody: Welcome back to the club, boys! Good job!
Woody smells.
Woody: Mmm-mmm-mmm! Hot damn! Kyle, you make some damn good Goliath BBQ, my boy! I'm going to have to invite you to my grill next year!
Woody laughs, before Kyle chuckles a little.
Kyle: Thanks, man.