That's the last one! Phew, these bats are such a pain to deal with.
"Sand Fox" holsters his gun, watching as the distant Hetero-Creature plummets to the ground.
After escorting [player name]'s group into the Babel Tower, the Support Force begins their return journey toward New Oakley.
Lizard, take inventory of our combat supplies.
You don't have to tell me twice. I'm already on it.
We lost contact with [player name]'s group after they entered the tower. I wonder if everything's okay.
They've got it. Not our job to wor—w-what the—****!!!
Why are you stuttering all of a sudden?!
Those bats are back!! A ****ing SWARM of them!!!
High Wall, floor that ****ing pedal NOW!!
In the distance, a swarm of black specks emerges from the direction of the Babel Tower, coalescing into a seething dark cloud that devours the sky. The horde of Hetero-Creatures surges toward the convoy, an unstoppable tide.
Prepare to engage!
But everyone present knows the truth—against such numbers, survival is nearly impossible.
Yet as the shadow looms closer and bullets tear through the swarm, the Support Force members begin to notice something off.
They're... not coming after us?
The swarm of Hetero-Creatures sweeps past the convoy, flying straight toward the horizon.
That direction is... New Oakley.
Contact the boss, now!
New Oakley
New Oakley.
Quick! Leave anything that's not important! Elders, children, and other non-combatants, get in the cars first!
Where are the other Task Force members?!
Mayor Max watches the townspeople evacuating in panic, his brow deeply furrowed.
I hope... there's still time for everyone.
