As what was once my commanding officer stumbled towards me, I tried calling out to him. There was no response besides a low gurgling. I knew what I had to, what he would have wanted me to. Even thought the sergeant was by all means dead, his body twisted, contorted, and decayed, his face still frozen in agony, I could barely bring my self to pull the trigger. Three rounds of 7.62x51 left the chamber and found home in his spine. I felt a sense short lived relief, but I knew there that it wouldn’t be long before I was no different than the corpse that lay in front of me. I grabbed the two grenades on my fallen comrade and opened the door to face the husk of all of the marines that had come here with me. I pulled the pins and rushed towards the horde, knowing that I would finally be at peace.