Soldiers and local Militia rush through, preparing for an attack. I pull on Diesel's arm, "Diesel, we need to save as many as we can!" I shake my head, "No, Penny. We have to stop the Germans." I grab my head, "I'm Jean!" He smiles, "Penny, what are you-" What happened to you? Is he turning into a- He grabs my shoulders, "Penny." I look up and one of his eyes glow orange, "I won't let them near you." I frown, Or is it stress? Dementia? Doesn't matter. "Diesel, honey. Orders from the president, we have to retreat in our convoy." He looks around, then at me, the glow in his eye fades with a shake of the head, "Right." A man shouts with a great big smile on his face, "Army Convoy is coming! We're saved!" They all cheer and I grab his hand, "Diesel, come on."

I practically drag him outside and there they are, outside the gates. Soldiers cheer, but through the crowd, Dave and Jon wave at us frantically. We get through and Dave shouts over them, "We gotta get to the convoy!" "Wait, why?" Jon holds his hands out, "Message from Mama via the radio. These-" I look into his eyes and shake "Yeah, these soldiers must hold the line. Diesel, we have to go, now." He nods, "Alright." He drops the cane and marches towards the gate, opens it without any effort. A soldier calls out, "Hey! Where are y'all going!?" I smile, "To greet them!"

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As soon as we get close, demons reveal themselves, on top of buildings, any corner and nook. Mama waves, "Hurry! If we aren't out soon, Brady'll kill us!" A man comes out of nowhere with a smile, "Hi sweetheart, name's Brady." Diesel stomps forward, "Don't touch my wife." Jon and Dave stare in confusion. He looks into his eyes, "Wouldn't even dream of it." He then points, "Go and kill no more. We will will point the safe way out. Never come back."

We manage to pack Diesel into a car in his confusion and we set off.

"Sir!" "What is it!?" He frowns, "The convoy is leaving! It wasn't as big as we thought!" "What!?" We gulp. The light in his eyes go out as he saw mine do the same. "To the death, sir." I nod, "Hold the line. We fight them till the very last man. Tell them to blow the buildings near us, molotovs to every man."