From the Front

The recon doesn't take long. Halfway down the street will do it before hell opens up and leaves you shuffling along a narrow ledge overlooking the drop. It takes all your strength to stay upright and balanced above what your brain tells you is oblivion. It would be easier to stay still and let the world circle outside, manning the barricades with your rusty rifle loaded with words, firing into the dark hoping to take down a ghost or two as they charge your Alamo.