It was cold. The rain was coming down hard and the threat of being seen becoming more of a reality every second. The street lamps did little to remove the eerie feeling the darkness brang. My HUD lit up, causing me to panic for a second.

BOOM!

The thunderclap followed the flash. I didn't trust this scene, I had to find some sort of shelter. My clock on the top left of the HUD stated 23:36, almost midnight. I maneuvered around a chunk of asphalt and carefully hugged the wall, minding my Rifle so it didn't hit my armor or the wall.

Pit, pat, pit, pat

So much devastation was around me, abandoned cars with their doors wide open, apartment buildings empty and quiet, scorch marks were almost everywhere. How could anything ever crave to do such things. Another flash then boom has the storm released its built up energy. I took a turn and entered a dead end alleyway and stopped. I walked to the wall and slowly sat down, I needed a rest. Has I sat there, my head leaning on the wall, I glanced right to the city skyline, what once was a glorious metropolis, was in flames. All for what? A lie and a stupid belief? I lost my family to those, those monsters. They burned my home in plasma, murdered my friends and neighbors, I would've been next if it wasn't for, for the Odst's. My teeth were clenched and my hands were balled into a fist.

No me, calm down, that's why you fight, remember.

I scooted back closer to the wall so I could inspect my MA5, I had run out of ammo in my M7 and if it hadn't been for that marine who died while I was cornered, I would've been sipping a martini in hell.

I silently thanked that marine for his sacrifice against the Covenant. The stress of the day had finally caught up to me, I didn't realize how nice a martini would be now, no, a beer. My head started to sag, my eyelids all of a sudden felt like their were made of metal. Yeah a beer would be...My brain stopped thinking has it entered the realm of sleep, my conscious forgetting how to work. The sound of rain and faint beeping leaving. Good night, Earth. Fight on...

"Do not go gentle into that good night, rage, rage on against the dying light. " - Dylan Thomas