In the Great War, the sprawling wasteland between the trenches was called no man's land, a place of desolation that no warm blooded man wished to cross. For there was something lurking out there in that barren wilderness, howling in the night, screams echoing against the dead trees -- something that made brave soldiers cling tight to their rifles. Make no mistake, it was true that there were no men in no man's land, only something far worse...
In the Great War, the sprawling wasteland between the trenches was called no man's land, a place of desolation that no warm blooded man wished to cross. For there was something lurking out there in that barren wilderness, howling in the night, screams echoing against the dead trees -- something that made brave soldiers cling tight to their rifles. Make no mistake, it was true that there were no men in no man's land, only something far worse...