War Wally

The darkness of war had engulfed the world. Destroyed buildings and houses were all that could be seen in the desolate wasteland, blanketed in white snow. Amidst all this chaos, a man in a black cloak billowing in the winter wind, wearing leather boots and a five-star military uniform that revealed his rank of Captain General, Wally Darling, the fearsome and renowned "The Horseman of War. "He rode in his lead vehicle at the head of the convoy traversing the desolate wasteland in search of allied or enemy survivors. His single, healthy crimson eye detected strange movement in the distance among the ruins; his iris seemed to glow with a menacing brilliance in the winter storm. Wally raised his gloved fist, halting the convoy behind him. The tension in the air was electric; none of the soldiers knew what to expect. All eyes were on their Captain as he stepped out of the lead vehicle. "WHO'S THERE?!... COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP OR YOU'LL BE KILLED ON THE SPOT!" The echo of his command dominated above the sound of the wind whipping through the area, his hands gripping the rifle tightly, ready to fire at any threatening movement.