C2 Blake Carnival: You have to be this tall. . . Go to hell!

Fighting in C3 swamp: Death is the only antidote.

C4 Storm: Take the knife and put it in the oil pan.

C5 Parish: On the occasion of a massive southward advance

C6 moment: No one can live forever.

C7 Sacrifice: This is your funeral.

C8 is ruthless: treating infections, one bullet at a time.

C9 Collision Danger: Collision is the easiest thing they face today.

C 10 knell: trouble is coming. These four people will send him back to his hometown.

Silence is golden: their flight will be postponed permanently.

Blood harvest: no hope. There is no rescue. No problem.

C 13 biting cold current: the earth has eyes and the tree has ears. . . We have guns.