After the training yard is cleared, there seems to be a meeting at the base entrance. A man in green combat armor stops talking to a small group of mismatched troops. He was missing his helmet, his face covered in dried black blood, the same that you saw from the creatures. "Stay together, please. I don't want my new best buddies ripped apart." He chuckled a bit, raising his rifle once more, slowly inching a hand back to the control panel.