it was the dawn of yet another day, and johnson stood watch on a makeshift guardtower. It was a normal day in the borderlands between civilization and the "event barrens". he noted. of course by normal, he meant that an endless slew of inhuman monsters were preparing to hurl themselves at the walls of his settlement. he took a drag of a cigarette and pulled out a walkie-talkie. "this is colonel Darkly. all units, report in for morning roll call."