The Last Drifter
Prologue
Pleasure to make your acquaintance I go by the name Zarconian. I'm from the dimension of Drazine. Its home to a race of people known as the Drifter's, which, I am obviously one of. The events that which I am about to unfold are events of which I have experienced in my lifetime. And it all starts of f in the battle of Drifter's and Marine's.
Chapter 1
It was a dark and eerie night. The wind was blowing ferociously a cold blizzard towards us. And all of us knew that this was a night that none of us would forget. Most of us would not live long enough to see this whole nightmare threw. And then the horns blew and me and my crew, which was much smaller than all of the others as we are the sniper-stealth group. I know what you're thinking now, your thinking that this is just going to turn out to be some sappy story, but trust me it's nothing close to one. As my crew and I set off up the stairs of the tower which we had been assigned to, and whilst we were running up Xerox turned and said "I hear the dirty bloggard's battle cry, their coming". "Who's coming replied Talfik". "Who do you think you trout head, the Marine's obviously". "Will you two stop bickering"? Shouted Qwazarn. "Qwazarn has a point you two, so shut the hell up o.k." "Yes captain, right away"."Good, now get to your posts". And that was where it all started and I could sense it and I'd say my team sensed it too but we all thought nothing of it. And the biggest mistake of all was that we sounded the alarm.