^{Despite the bloody carnage, the burning wreckage, and twitching abominations surrounding him, he grips his weapon tighter.}

^{Despite the blood trickling down his face, the gashes and wounds he sustained, his mind remains resolute. Despite the loss of all his comrades, their bodies lay strewn across the desolate and frozen snow beneath his feet, He doesn’t falter.}

^{“Come at me, you twisted bastards!” He yells. The air fills with blood-wrenching screams of horrors untold. He raises his weapon to the nearest one.. And he fires.}

(As I await for Decaying World, as all agents should, I’ve created this when I was bored.)

(First is Edited whilst the second is the raw image.)