Chapter 8

Losing my brother, Woojoo, was the result of one piece of bad luck piling on top of another. To stop the horde of Infected pouring down from the North, I led my unit to Paju and combined our forces with the other units stationed there. “Is this really all the support we’re getting?” I asked, dumbfounded after assessing our strength. A Master Sergeant saluted and replied, “Yes, ma’am. They said this should be sufficient since we’re only stopping the Infected.”