Is the heat of our bodies all that distinguishes us from THEM? - Guys, sell the tank! That was the first thing I heard when I clanked open a heavy armored cover and, choking on a lung-ripping cough, hung effortlessly in the narrow opening of the hatch. - Guys, well, what the hell is he for you! Sell it, eh? Having hardly coughed up the creepy mixture of smoke and burnt powder gases, I barely picked up enough saliva in my dry mouth to spit off the soot crunchy on my teeth and jerking throat. A viscous black lump with red streaks of blood did not fly away and, leaning on a muddy caterpillar, instantly got lost among the multi-colored giblets of the undead wound on tracks...