Hale walked.
He walked slowly, following a trail of army truck tires.
He wasn't tracking it, he simply walked since he had refused to get in said truck.
Motorized travel turned his stomach. That and he hated the loss of agency.
He wanted full control over where he was and how he was moving.
But most of all he was afraid of breaking the truck if he was on it.
So Hale walked.

In the distance he saw the lights of Kilo Point.
They seemed peaceful. Just by looking at it one would never expect this quaint little place was about to become the center point of the greatest war between mortals and monsters the modern world had seen. That is, unless you've read up on history. Then you knew this place had been the battlefield to a similar struggle once before. Or was it twice? Three times even? Hale struggled to remember. No, he was sure there was only one battle before this one, ten years ago... still...

Lights went out on one side of the city.
"The party started." Hale mused to no one in particular.
He picked up the pace. He wiped the rust of the heavy gun in his hands. This was gonna be fun.