Bunker Defense Line

Watch out!

Franka!

What are you doing?!

Give me a hand, Miss Lord!

Oh, okay!

You... run!

Don't speak!

My leg...You... just leave me.

Cut the bullshit!

Piggyback, quick!

They're coming back!

Now! Get out of here!

Over here!

Mr. Occphen! What are you doing here?

How could I just wait around down there? I'm a Rhodes Island Operator too!

Damn straight! You really saved us!

Get ready to blow the engine...

Three, two, one...

What's the situation?

They've been pushed back, for now. But they'll come for us again before long.

There... seems to be less of them?

I'm all out of 'welcome mats.' Ammo's gone too.

What's the plan, Alexsandr?

Get to the shelter.

What?

Get to the shelter! Take the Rhodes Island Operators and get to shelter!

What about you?

I'll cover you.

Cover? And who's covering you?

I don't need cover.

Hey! Get it together! Alexsandr!

I'm all together.

I'm tired of all the hiding and running.

Running can't win you the war. History's shown.

But this isn't a war.

It is to me.

When they pull weapons on the Infected and try to kill my friends, it's a war.

I've been through plenty of wars in my time.

If I can kill even one more *profanity* monster here, it'll give the townsfolk a better shot at survival.

I'll make my stand here until I run out of ammo. Until the very end.

The battle's not over. How could I retreat?

You're the one who says not to play hero!

I don't think I'm playing hero, Tina.

I'm just doing the right thing.

No matter what happens, the show ends here, today.

Alexsandr! !

I'm staying too.

But why...?

It was always going to turn out like this. We all knew it, from the moment you decided to stay and fight.

I'll stay behind and help the warrior hold them back. And if things go bad, I'll cover his retreat.

Mr. Rangers...

Alexsandr, take this.

What's this?

An Originium bomb I tried my hand at making. There's only two left.

...Thanks.

Stay alive!

...No promises.

You didn't tell her the truth. You're not going to run.

Hahaha... You didn't have to go blowing this old man's scheme.

You need someone to hold these monsters back.

This is...?

The old Lord's blade. I borrowed it.

This is a fine blade. The old Lord had good taste.

Beautifully decorated steel, and a hand-lain turquoise handle that's as nice as any modern industrially-manufactured weapon.

It's a lot safer to stand in the back with a bow and arrow than fighting on the front line.

I'm so much older and slower than I was.

But the blade, she's as sharp as ever.

I still don't know your name, warrior.

Alexsandr Senaviev.

You can call me Alexsandr.

I should tell you my name too.

But the sands buried my name the day we stained the valley red with blood, along with the past.

It's fine.

You decided to stay and fight. That's what matters.

'Rangers'.

'They told me I'd died. They were wrong. I was reborn. '

No matter how many of those monsters there are.

Let them come.