[b][i]Vancouver, 1200 hours.[/i][/b]

John Harrison trudged through the snowy ruins of what was once his home, every step was an effort, and his frilly robe wasn't exactly meant to block the cold. The roar of distant machinery was the only sound he could hear, the silence total after the extinction of many bird species. John sighed deeply. "I miss the birds lieutenant, I miss their songs, I miss.... sounds. You don't realize how much you kinda enjoy the annoying noise a dog makes when it's locked outside until it's gone." The lieutenant remained stone faced, the cold didn't bother a former US navy seal... although that title seemed more and more worthless as the days went on. "The troops sing marching songs, if you'd like that, we would." Harrison kept walking, wrapping his robe around himself. "I'd like that." Lieutenant Darrens turned to the rest of the men walking behind. "You heard the man, Rupert's legacy it is. Execute mission cheer up Harrison!" A mass giggling went out, before the men started singing.

[b]"Oh I was a boy in twenty two, I held on to this country the best I could do,
the hard rain falls and then it's gone, that's just how the world goes around! HEY!
Oh I march for my family from the west and that is something I know best.
A romp and a stomp and we march on!... For the legacy of Prince Rupert!
[i]AYE![/i]"[/b]

The men rang out in a chorus of stomps that would have woke every person in the town if there was people. Harrison smiled, continuing on his walk. [i]"I truly have the most dedicated men on this hunk."[/i] Harrison whispered, the next verse of the song beginning as he finished, and Harrison sang along to the best of his ability, though he knew none of the words.

[b][i]Yukon Territory, 1215 hours[/i][/b]

General Madeline Seymour sat in the rumbling tumbling APC, though this thing was as much an APC as a fly was a bird of prey. Made from a Combine Harvester, the blades on the front were covered in barbed chain, turning them into somewhat of a large chainsaw, Though Yao Guai hunting usually didn't use the chainsaw, the 50 cal up top was much more useful, still, there was a reason that there was two more "APC"s behind them, Yao Guais tear through vehicles like a hot knife through butter... Seymour then realized how many analogies she was using in her thoughts, then she realized that she was daydreaming, and she gave Harrison flak for doing that! Harrison did do it more though... She thought. "YAO GUAI AHEAD!" The private's cracking voice took her out of her dreaming. Seymour stood up and climbed the ladder to the 50 cal, The Yao Guai stood facing her. It was larger than any Yao Guai she had ever seen, about the size of a small car, and looking about twice as heavy. "Mutated polar bear, large male looks like." The Yao Guai stood on it's hind legs and roared, a deep roar, but still sharp and painful to the ear. Seymour didn't flinch, staring with furrowed brow at the beast. "Hungry too." The Yao Guai ran at the APC, and the 50 cal opened fire.