[WHN] The Fifth Descent

Screaming explosively from the immense pain, he fainted.

The pounding of the artillery, the crackling of fire, and the booming of musket-fire pervaded the grassland. Enemy troops were pouring in from all directions, setting the dry savannah ablaze.

Mark woke up, astonished at the brilliant display of blood and destruction. He was lost from his unit, and the enemies swarmed in killing all to be seen. The massacre was downright disgusting; Mark tried to get up but his one of his two legs were gone.

His foes swept through the landscape, pushing back Grant's 5th infantry and Lee's second. All his friends had abandoned him, although he'd have done the same.

"Save me..." he whispered, coughing blood at the same time. The glowing red-eyed enemy troops followed the runaway army, soon leaving the battlefield as an desolate area of death and misery. He crawled his way to a nearby rock, but it turned out to be a dead body. Mark spotted something in the distance, however. An enemy soldier had been separated from the rest and was injured.

With all the strength he could muster, he reached for his Spencer, and took aim at the figure. "Bang," he whispered as he shot.

Struggling, he managed to crawl to the dead enemy and examined its body: a mix stripe pattern of black and white for its skin, still glowing red eyes, but no mouth to be seen. He took another shot at the cadaver.

Hell's army had won the fifth battle of Gettysburg.

What happens next?