When the light faded, I was back on Earth. It seemed that, when it overloaded, the Unmaker teleported me back. I was back in the same town I was before, but there was a major difference. The Hell portal had closed; one less source of invasion to deal with.
I found my way to the market where Sergeant Johnson and the survivors had holed up. I was going to inform them that it was relatively safe to come out. I came to the market's front doors and waited for them to open. When the metal doors didn't open, I knocked a couple of times. After another period of no response, I kicked the door it.
Everyone in the market had been slaughtered. I carefully stepped around the corpses, picking up any ammo I could find. A cough came from behind me. I turned around and saw a bloodied Sergeant Johnson lying in a corner. His voice was weak.
"You came back," he chuckled. "I guess I don't have to tell you that we were overrun. Come closer."
I followed his instruction and set beside him.
"Take these. I don't need them anymore."
He took off his dog tags and placed them in my hand.
"Don't let them win. Promise me you'll fight them until you can't any more. Promise me-" he coughed and interrupted himself. "Promise me you'll do everything in your power to make them pay."
I nodded firmly. He died soon after he noted my affirmation. It hadn't come as a surprise, as his abdomen had been literally torn open. He'd lost a lot of blood before I'd gotten there. This was a good man, and Hell's Uncreations slaughtered him. That was the last straw. If I had any mercy left in my soul before, it was gone for certain now.