On the roof of the tallest building in Y City, Province L.
It was late autumn. A man stood clad in a black combat vest and pants, a long combat blade strapped to his back. He stared out at the widespread devastation in the city, his face an unreadable mask. His eyes were as sharp as a falcon's; his gaze seemed to pierce through flesh and stare directly into the soul.
It felt as if being targeted by him would plunge his prey into an endless abyss of his own making, a bone-chilling aura from which there was no escape.
Lex Cross was currently speaking into a satellite radio, flanked by twelve fully armed special forces soldiers.
Including Lex, there were thirteen men in total. Each wore professional combat gear, but they were filthy from head to toe, their bodies and faces splattered with the gore and fluids of exploded zombie brains.
They had received a secret mission from their superiors: kill all the patients in the Y City Municipal Hospital.
