An hour ago it was an ordinary day in the town of Sarny, Ukraine, in 2004. The reign of the USSR is still strong here and now, with hammer and sickle adorning banners and statues. The train station is the center of town, along with all its attendant businesses and support services.

It is also currently being overrun by skittering insectoid beings on four legs with silver guns and yellow grenades and hulking lizard-like creatures that look built for close-up violence, methodically shooting at a group of cops and local soldiers hiding between the shelves of a general store. There are bloody bodies by the front windows. A fire somewhere is spilling smoke into the store. Gunshots and explosions ring out periodically. One of the soldiers is shouting into a radio set, pleading for help. One of the soldiers is trying to bandage up someone who might be actually dead. A loud fire alarm is sounding and the sprinklers are on, adding to the chaos.