The fighting had stopped – for now; we had found a house that was mostly still together and with a fireplace. Havoc, Tryson, and myself sat around the lit fire pit and just talked; trying to escape the hell we went through just a few hours earlier.
We were eating food we had brought along with us for the mission, it wasn't much, just granola bars, and "soup" if you can call it that. It's just heated up water with a little salt to give it flavor. Tryson had brought chocolate bars with him and we split one of those. It was a Hershey dark chocolate.
There were some Allied soldiers (about 8), mostly just G.I's, and guardian G.I's off in the kitchen, trying to put together some sort of a plan. The three of us gave up sticking to a plan; we lost most of our men and are now againced both NOD and the Soviets while sticking to a combat plan. I guess were just gunna wing it from here.
There was a loud clang from up stairs, all of us, including the Allied troops jumped to face the staircase. Havoc pulled out his pistol and started towards the stairs. "I'll cover you" I whispered just loud enough for him to here me. None of us had our combat masks on, and the Allied troops had taken their helmets off earlier. Havoc slowly started up the stairs. I was about two steps behind him; I had my side arm ready to fire at any moment. Havoc was almost to the top; he reached his leg up to go up the last step, then jolted suddenly as there was a slight thud.
"Check this room out." Havoc ordered Tryson and myself as he stepped to the side and knelt down over a corps. The dead soldier, prisoner, or civilian? None of us could tell looked horrible; his hair was matted to his skull with sweat and blood, dark circles under his eyes. He looked like he hadn't eaten in days, I could see the bones threw his arms where his shirt was torn and burnt.
Tryson and I quickly checked the room for any NOD or Soviets. I walked back over to Havoc.
"He's dead." Said Havoc sadly. He was just about to say something else but Tryson's voice from the far side of the darkly lighten room interrupted him.
"Guy's, you may wanna have at look over here." He was standing in front of a closet with the doors open. Tryson and myself got up and walked over to him. There was about five or six of these people all piled on top of each other in this small, claustrophobic closet. Tryson began to cough, his face went to a green – ish, yellow and turned his head so we didn't have to watch him vomit. Bugs were crawling all over these mangles, and lifeless corpses, small cuts that had a black trim, infections where the insects have been feeding or laying eggs. The undesirable stench of rotting corpses filled the room causing myself and Havoc to turn our heads and vomit on the floor as well.
There was rapid gunfire from down stairs and an explosion. Smoke crawled up the stairs towards us, but it wasn't grenade smoke, it was yellow.
"Cover your nose and mouth." Havoc bubbled out threw the stale vomit still in his mouth.
The last thing I remember is Tryson running to the window and with one last attempt, he tried to break the window with the but end of his rifle.