Originally dark and silent, the bitterly cold northern ice plains, nearly devoid of life,
had started to bustle at this time due to the convergence of several forces.
At this moment, Bob's New Human Squadron, was racing their Heavy Armored vehicles at full speed, tracking the wolf pack by radar.
The terrifying Rat Tide, on the other hand, also tightly pursued them.
"Damn! What the hell is going on? Weren't the backup troops supposed to have held them off? How did they catch up again?"
As a member of the New Human Squadron, Bob was looking at the terrifying Rat Tide regrouping behind them on the central screen of the Heavy Armored vehicle, fear still lingering in his eyes from being dominated a few days ago.
They had narrowly escaped death from that Rat Tide and thought they had shaken them off,
but unexpectedly, just two or three days later, the terrifying Rat Tide had caught up again!
And this Rat Tide seemed to devour everything in its path.
