A week has passed since the suiting and preparations. The present day gave birth to tight chests, ragged breathing, muffled curses, nervous whispers, and the greatest of these feelings — Fear.
Mutant soldiers, old and young, friends and foes could be seen clustered in groups, whispering both hopeful and damning thoughts. Unison never seen amongst them ensued in the past seven days. Arguments reduced and fights had come to a complete halt... Only one thing was on everyone's mind, and only one thing kept them together — the inevitable war.
