As I walked over to the soldier, becoming decidedly impatient, he turned to the chrome plated robot, and began to speak, in English this time. "We're in Ireland" he said. This information stopped me in my tracks. Ireland? How was this possible? I'd been living and fighting in Ireland for the past three years. The country was soaked with the blood of millions, ravaged by humanity's war with the dead. There was nowhere left in Ireland that was as unsoiled as the green hills where this strange scene was going on. I went right over to the pair.
"Did you say this was Ireland?" I asked. "How is that possible? Ireland has been ravaged by the plague spread from the UK. This area is untouched. Well, sort of. Do you know what the hell is going on here?" "And what the hell are you?" I tured to the eagle headed man, who seemed to speak English as well.