"To be honest, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would think you were mad."
Staring at the scorched battle scene before him, the man expressed his feelings, he was the commander of the Resistance, the man top on Skynet's blacklist, John Connor.
"As a matter of fact, I too feel like this is a dream, maybe I am already dead and perhaps I am in Hell."
Standing beside him, Ryan nodded in agreement, while the latter gave a bitter smile.
"If this is truly Hell, then indeed we are within it, but...sadly, what you said is all true."
While speaking, John reached out and picked up a piece of a robot's skull from the ground. The head, originally like a Skull Head, was now blasted through, leaving only half a face intact. But this wasn't what mattered. What did was when John's fingers touched the skull fragment, he felt a bone-chilling cold, as if he's not holding steel, but ice — even frost had formed on it.
"Commander, do you think they could be... infiltrators?"
