Dieing ketchup bottles and packets lay waste all around The General. Ketchup had stained his entire body and his M1 was jammed with so much ketchup he had to spend a long while cleaning it. He looked out across the bay, where he used to call home. That seemed like a lifetime ago, before they had taken everything and he had vowed revenge.
After his gun was clean, he stood, and continued deeper into the ruined city, forever marching towards his revenge.