*Major looks over at lector slightly dismissive of idea of God's and deamons*
I'm a soldier. I Don, t believe in fairy tales. I believe that anything can die. There is no God, angels or mercy in the wasteland. Just men. And the monsters we fight. 

Theres plenty of dark places, tortures, degenerates and Mutants in this world without needing to make more. 

*Doctor*
Your about as cheerful as the test of your power armoured thugs. 
*Turns to lector*
So this storm orgininates... Somewhere else and is linking riality like some kind of destructive bridge... 

And hell... I thought mankind was monster ernough without needing help from what you believe in. 
Hope there's some rations about here... I've been running for least a day from that pack of ghouls. 
*Heads to look for food because Starvibg yo*

*Major nods and goes to sit on a near by couch cleaning his pistols*
You welcome a thug between you and the degenerate Mutants of our world.