Unfortunately, the image shown in the portal was the last peaceful scene on Earth. I turned around and laid my eyes upon a burning city. My objective had been modified. I'd save any remaining people and slaughter everything else.
It took merely a few steps to happen across someone struggling to hold back an Imp. I rushed in from behind the Imp and tore its head off.
"Thanks for the save. Sergeant Johnson, US Army."
He extended his hand in an offer to shake it. I accepted his invitation.
"A man of few words, eh? Follow me."
He led me to a nearby grocery store where a few other people had holed up with him. At the sight of me, they all stood and aimed their guns at me.
"Easy, everyone. This man saved my life just a few minutes ago. Let his get anything he needs for the road."
I went person to person, gesturing for spare ammo. Some gave freely and others couldn't spare any at all. After a short pit stop, I began to leave the market. On my way out, Johnson grabbed my wrist.
"Hey, be careful out there, alright?"
For a few seconds, I held his gaze. No words were spoken, but we understood each other. A warrior's bond. He knew I'd do anything I had to in order to stop this. Once my message had been received, I continue on my way out. As I walked away from the market, I heard a conversation between Johnson and someone else.
"Who was that, dear?" a woman, presumably his wife, asked.
"That… was a hero," he replied proudly.
I came to a massive Hell portal. There was no doubt in my mind that it was one of the main ones used to transport massive influxes of demons through. I slaughtered myself a path and jumped in. Back into the fray.