A Huey landed in Dojoville's ruins, the doors sliding open. Several men clad in sleeveless flak jackets hopped out, carrying military grade M16s. They looked around catiously, seeing the smoldering craters created by the artillery. They split up into groups of two, searching for any survivors. "This one's worse than the last city..." One whispered to the other. The lack of people and abundance of red puddles was disturbing to say the least. "Christ.." [spoiler]Open, I guess[/spoiler]