THE HUNTER’S JOURNAL
Initially, we were going to walk out, making one last-ditch attempt to find survivors. We were almost naïve back then. Now we know what the score was. We’re the only brains left in town.
Shotguns out, we blasted through the hallway. Roof access was where the plans said it was, and nothing followed us up to the top. Huey evacs from there were easy enough. I took the last helicopter, and we went north low and slow. There was no sign at all from Johnson.