Last Stand of the 10th street Reds.
Husks stumbled about the street. Buildings had fallen down, bodies lay where they fell, and the dull sound of gun fire echoed in the fog.
This street, however, was home to a gang. Specifically, Commander Kira Shepard's old gang, The 10th Street Reds. Street Kids, hardened gang members, the odd Merc, and two doctors were all that remained. All of them were scared, death was knocking on their door, and they had no hope.
That is, until, the Gang Leader stood up. Everyone looked at him, hoping for all hope he had a plan.
"The Reapers are here. They aren't going to leave anytime soon. We are likely to die here, and I for one ain't dying on my arse. Everything comes down to this. We're the Ten Street Reds! The Reapers are on our turf! Are we going to let them take it without a fight?!"
Various members shook their heads.
"Our sister, Kira, is out there somewhere, riskin' her hide to save the whole damn Galaxy. We're the ones who raised her, she grew up with us, ran with us. Took the fall for us. Now, are we going to sit here on our arse, waiting for death to take us, or are we going to show the galaxy how the Ten Street Reds handle things? Are you willing to burn our place into the history books!"
There was a resounding cheer from the gang members, who all stood up, and armed themselves.
If husks still had the capacity to feel fear, the sight of a group of humans, armed with baseball bats, knifes and various guns probably wouldn't have scared them…the chant they were all yelling, however, would.
"No fear! No retreat! No Mercy!"
With that, the Ten street Reds charged, and met their destiny.
In later years, the Battle of Tenth street would be remembered by few. But every year, on the anniversary of the battle, a red headed woman came and laid a wreath of red leaves down, in memory of those who died with fire in their hearts, and a weapon in their hands.