Attrition - Book One

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Prologue
The air was stale and cold, saturated with the putrid smell of decaying corpses and smoke. It was still early in the morning and the sun had just begun to rise, shedding light on the ruins of New York City.

From a window near the top of an abandoned apartment building, PFC Edmond Connor looked through the scope of his sniper rifle, scanning the streets which were now splashed with beams of sunlight. He could see them. Husks -- walking corpses twisted and deformed with cybernetics -- skulking through the streets, looking for any sign of life.

"How many do you see," said Lieutenant Michael Griffin as he sat nearby, looking over his equipment.

"Two -- scratch that -- three dozen," replied Connor.

"Too many," added PFC Thomas Perez.