The sun's rays broke through the silent dawn, just in time for a group of soldiers to depart in the earliest of sunrise.
The Light APC's engine hummed loudly in the street, gathering the attention of survivors who had come back from a recent scavenging trip.
A few of the men glanced over. The bruises and wounds on these survivors' faces were worth nothing to the spoils this group had obtained.
Food. Bottled water. Clothing.
"Did we miss something?" Asked one.
"Houses," another soldier replied. "Platoon Leader Dmitri said to ignore them. Guess there's stuff out there."
"Let them be," their squad's leader interjected. "And focus on your watch."
"Yes, squad leader!"
The two soldiers stopped their chatter, observing the procession ahead. Being stationed was boring. Being sent to scout was dangerous.
Truth be told, they would rather die in duty than die being bored.
When will the Commander unlock more APCs for us?
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