"Anyway, Barrens here was in pretty bad shape, so I stayed back to tend to him. As soon as he was stable and asleep, I waited until the dust died down and looked for Sgt. Green but he was gone. Not even a scrap of clothing could be found. The only thing I noticed was a very distant yelling, almost like his voice, but I couldn't make out the words. It was almost as though the dust devil picked him up and captured him, dragging him away."

"After that day, Barrens and I tried to plan out what we would do, and decided to hold down the fort for the time being. As we began to fix it up and clean out some of the dust, a man came in. A few hours later, another one strolled in. It happened that way for the next day or two, people trickling in from nowhere. No one really knew where they came from, and really only knew their last names, which fit me just fine. All the men shared the same story. They were wandering from somewhere, with no knowledge of where they came from, and had stopped at the motel, only to be chased off."

"Pretty soon, I decided to train them up, and we established ourselves as a platoon. After digging for a few days, we managed to relocate the armory, and luckily the weapons were cleared of dust. We stored them up with what ammunition we still had, and I tried to radio for a resupply. The radio never really picked up anything other than what sounded like a young girl's voice, though very staticky. I finally gave up and tried the phone, but it seemed to be down. After poking around outside, we realized that the lines were shredded. We had no vehicles, as they were pretty much destroyed, and the parts were heavily full of dust and dirt. Innsbrook volunteered to go out on the road and walk a mile down it, to see if he could flag down anyone who could take him to a phone. He left at around noon, and we saw him again near dusk. He looked exhausted, and was very dusty. He said he got 100 feet down the road when the dust devil came screeching up the road towards him. He started running towards the base, but dust was kicking up everywhere and no matter where he ran, he ended up going in the wrong direction. "