Shallow graves littered the ground. As numerous as the stars in the night sky.

Jacob awoke at the top of a mass grave. He stood up, feeling the weight of his powered down mark III armor. Looking over the horizon he saw the shallow graves and small barrows with their tattered flags and banners. The air was rich with the stench of freshly spilt blood and oil.
“It’s over”, he thought to himself.
“It’s all over”, he mumbled

Suddenly he heard an echo foxtrot signal, it was close. He scrambled to search the bodies next to him for a radio. The sound was getting louder. Then suddenly he felt a tight almost human grip around his neck. He felt himself start to rise. Jacob looked up only to see three green lenses gleaming back at him in the sunlight. Jacob raised his Mp67 rifle and shot on instinct. Within seconds the robot was down, cut in half by the armor piercing bullets. Jacob looked down at his kill, spotting the U.W.G. (united western governments) insignia on it’s shoulder.
“Aww, shit – this is one of ours”, Jacob said.

Jacob looked around. Not seeing anymore.
“But model J’s always travel in packs…”, he thought.