"Oh god!" Fin shouts as the first tower collapses. The Wretches start tearing into the next tower while Fin shouts orders.
Fin and his friend Frank are the last soldiers alive, but their tower is being torn apart. Fin leaps from the tower to the roof of the armory. He rips the Gnasher of his back and blows the closest Wretch away. As he blows away the next few Wretches Frank leaps from the tower to where Fin is standing. He pulls out his two Boltoks and starts blowing away the Wretches. Frank drops his pistols and pulls out two grenades.
"Fin, run,"
"No!" Fin says as he continues to shot the Wretches. Instead of arguing Frank pushes Fin off the armory and outside the base.
"Frank!" Fin shouts just before the roof explodes. Fin sprints along the Junkers tracks before the Wretches can regroup.
"Have we been going in a circle?" A private asks me.
"No, look," I say pointing at the base in front of us. "That base still has six towers ours has four,"
"Then why is there another base out here?"
"For their next victims,"
"No Sarge, for their current victims, just a different group," I follow the private's finger. He is pointing at one of the watchtowers. "People,"
"We have been here for two days," Says the Sergeant of this new group.
"Then we need to go now," I say in response. "Thousands of Wretches are going to attack soon,"
"We should fortify our position,"
"No! We tried that and got destroyed,"
"What do you propose we do?" The Sergeant asks me.
"I say we create a convoy, with the some soldiers walking and some riding. We can put extra ammunitions in the Junkers,"
"Okay, I'll spread the news,"
"Sir!" A sniper shouts from one of the towers. "Someone is coming,"
"Just one person?"
"Yes sir, looks like a cowboy,"
"Fin!" I shout, running out the main gate.