(Jus post right on it :) no need to ask.) A man gasped and sat up quickly and pulled out a gun and rose it in the air. There was nothing there but darkness. He panted as sweat poured down his face. He looked to the side as a woman as sleeping next to him. He smiled but got up. He stared out the window and sighed. He walked over to a table and grabbed his book and a pen and began writing. "It seemed like it was only yesterday when the war started. The whole world turned to shit. We fought for our lives...for our people. For our human race." the man wrote. "We were attacked by some unworldly force. Just came down and swarmed the earth like a prey. They stayed in the skies for months and months. But then...all of a sudden a hatch from the bottom opened and things began to pour out but then disappeared again. It was like anything I've ever seen before. I was in the military when this happened. I just got out of college and enlisted into the military. But then one day, about almost a year later, they came back and began taking apart the world. Piece by piece. It was all over the world, being broadcasted. All of us was going to be sent out to defend our world....we all knew it was a suicide mission." he stopped writing with a sigh. And looked out the window and then back to the paper. "This is our story. This is what happened when we were nearly taken over." 4 years ago. July 10, 2014. "Liam!!! Get out of their!!" a man yelled. Bullets and plasma bolts flew past his head. His breathing quickened and his heart pounding. He has one more charge to go, he needed to plant it. He ran and ran, those things were fast a quick. "Set the fucking charge and go!!" he yelled once more. Liam slid down and set the on the bridge and clicked it armed. He got up and began to haul ass. "Captain! He armed the last charge!" a man said as he stepped back and tripped over a rock and triggered the explosive. Liam was only 40 yards away from the last charge that he just planted. It went off and blew everything in it's path. A large Spartan..is what they call it, dropped right in front of him. He slid under it and kept running. It shot at him and nicked his shoulder and he fell to the floor quickly regaining his feet. "Mmmahh..." he grunted as he kept running. "Come on, Liam..." the Captain murmured. Liam was only 20 yards away until the charge near him blew up and sent him flying and slamming his body against a car, denting the whole thing nearly in half. He slammed back on to the ground as the bridge began to fall all the way down to the ocean. They grabbed Liam and checked his pulse. "He's still alive?" a man said. "How is that even possible?" another said. The Captain picked him up and sat him in the Humvee and drove off to base. Where later that day...he wasn't scene again...till needed.