"Well this day just keeps getting worse..how did I even get to this point?" You mumbled to yourself, standing before a tall decrepit church with an upside-down cross affixed at the top.

It was hard to fathom how you got into Hell itself.

One moment, you're playing cards with your troop, laughing and cracking jokes..

And the next, you're hopelessly alone in this infernal landscape with very little ammo and very little chances of survival.

This is definitely not what you signed up for when you joined the UAC. You wanted humanity to thrive, but didn't really agree with all the experiments and such the organization did to bolster its continued existence--especially when you knew damn well they let billions of people die already and didn't care.

Fortunately, your UAC division had some sane people and wasn't just full of cultists.

But unfortunately, one of them was not your commander--who thought that taking the fight to Hell itself like the Doomslayer did would somehow intimidate the demons and convince them to stop invading Earth.

He had always been a fanatic about him, ignoring your remarks that unlike him you were just ordinary people without the godlike powers that helped the Slayer survive. He believed rage alone enabled him to persevere, and he expected your troop to go in with that same mindset.

But if anything, your commander simply sent you to die and become new additions to the demonic army.

The moment your troop stepped out of the portal, you were ambushed on all sides by various demons. It's like they knew humans were coming.

So you did the only sensible thing and fled.

Unfortunately, nobody else thought the same, and before you knew it..

You were all alone.