Background Information - Vanilla has gotten a new base (Still made in a moutain), and he recreated the "death trap room" where the shooters come out from a narrow doorway and get blasted to pieces. I simply described it with more details.

The alarms went off as another fresh round of invaders began entering. "Shooters! In your position!" Vanilla came running out of the mountain base, holding a gun and looking grim.

Three trained marksmen entered their sandbag poses in the open field, filled with turrets and a small doorway where the invaders will walk into a kill-fest.

The moment the first of the foolish attackers appear, the defenders opened fire. Metal flew, seeking to hit meat and flesh.

The waves of bullets quickly brought down few as one man charged, threw a grenade which landed in front of him and blew himself. Seeing the bloody, unwinnable skirmish, the remaining raiders hollored at each other for a hasty retreat. There was one man on the ground, alive but unconscious, "Capture him and perhaps we can recruit him for the cause of our survival. Good job gentlemen." Vanilla said.