Kilo point was a flaming mess. The fires had long since burned down, but still groups of SOLDIER operatives walked the streets, attempting to pile the corpses. Purge, vampire, SOLDIER, they all lay together in piles, covered in those they had slain. Hundreds had fallen here, and the death had tainted the very air, every breathe drawing in the remains of a hundred bodies, fine ash mingled with the wind. Lives ripped to pieces, armies crushed beneath the undiscriminating foot of war. Now, only SOLDIER remained here to clean up the mess, burying their soldiers - or whatever remained of them - and burning the rest. The Purge weren't even granted an honorary burial, piled on the great fires together with the vampires they in life had so despised.

The vampires had retreated, having simply run out of newbloods to throw in front of the hail of bullets and arrows fired by their mortal enemies. The Purge had moved on, their crusade burning a new path across the country, leaving only death in their wake. SOLDIER was divided, unsure of what to do and assaulted on all sides by political criticism. The country was falling apart, and those with wealth and power were already laying claim to the remains.

Here lay Kilo Point, the first of many to come, a warning of future battles.