Snow peppered Shadow Moses Island; the air was cold and cut through Snake as he puffed on his freshly lit cigarette, the smoke twirling and mixing with the falling snow.
"They're coming Optimus!"
"They'll be here at dawn!" Jazz yelled.
A defining boom like a burst of fire cut through the Arctic chill: "Let them come..."
Snake hopped off of Primes shoulder, the thundering voice he was sure had broken an eardrum or something of the sort.
It had only been a few hours since the Shadow Moses incident when a fireball engulfed the skies; Snake thought it might have been a downed B2 or another US aircraft on its was to glass the compound; but it had been something different. Uneasy about the wreckage from the sky, yet inquisitive as to what it may have been Snake headed out toward the southern end of the compound where it had landed.
Snake took a break from retelling the days stories to himself to sit in one of the transports outside the helipad. He dropped himself on one of the cold steel seats and wiped his brow; untying his bandana for a moment before retying it. Perhaps it had cut off his circulation. This whole prospect was something so foreign, even to him. He sighed, as his breath froze in the air Meryl appeared and took a seat beside him as the large clunky machines calling themselves Autobots piled handful after handful of the dead onto a large fire.
A few moments ago the Col. had informed Snake that the US had recently lost contact of a cargo-ship carrying elements of FOXDIE. It had been ordered to dock at an undercover base near Hawaii, but only responded in a garbled message and with the inner working of the military in the state it was in the Government decided not to act on it. Noting that all personnel in the new destination sector had been eradicated.
Meryl had said something to him that he didn't catch, his ears still ringing from this 'Optimus Prime's voice. He gazed at the sunset a flash of beauty in a sea of horror.
After Snake had met up with this team of sentient machines They travailed back to the base. Snake wasn't sure why, but the leader seemed to have some sort of aura, or spark about him that seemed to warrant Snakes time and man power. He had entered the restrooms shortly after where he was grabbed from behind; He quickly sprang into action, grabbing the aggressors arm and getting him in a hold.
The man was dressed in a bloody Foxhound uniform. Snake pushed him into a stall door and stepped back into a fighting stance confused as to why he hadn't perished from FOXDIE. The soldier shambled toward him despite the bullet-wound it his head. Making moaning sounds as it shuffled after him, Snake, without his gun wasn't sure what to think. He hadn't seen many movies, but he was sure this was a zombie or one of Mantis's tricks and seeing how the former was dead it could only be the walking dead.
Snake rushed the slow attacker, grabbing his vest and balaclava and smashed his head into the tile wall as hard as he could.
Once. Twice. Three times, until the head was nothing more than pulp in a sock. The wall was splattered with a foul smelling dark liquid. He was sure it couldn't be blood, no, it didn't smell like this. He promptly washed his hands, grabbed the soldiers FAMAS and locked the room returning to the entry point to explain to Prime what had happened.