As he communicates through the mage link, Walter is rummaging through one of his last hideaways. One healing elixir, two custom grenades and a single max damage round (total 4 CCPs)
He chuckles slightly to himself as he gears up. This fresh hell came from nowhere, and it feels like it just started, and yet like it had always been a part of his life, and it ending now felt somewhat surreal. It was not an unpleasant feeling, but saying that he wasn't afraid of ending up on the wrong side of the living.
Walter draws one final deep sigh, lights a cigarette, and heads off to the last battle he would ever take part of.