All Dressed Up and Nowhere to Go

My plan was near completion, I could taste it. Then all went to heck. There were zombies everywhere, my location was known. I, Dax Pluto, had the means to end the Tyrant's reign, the C4. I meant to sacrifice myself, run in and destroy the Tyrant before any more damage could be done. Instead, my position was given away and I had to ditch the C4 before the plan could be completed. I swear, if it is the last thing I do as a journalist, it will be to take that...that THING down.