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The Rubinelle army, 12th Battalion, also know as Brenner's Wolves. We are soldiers, we are survivors.

We saw them coming, the meteors. In the middle of a reconnaissance mission I looked up into the sky when I noticed them. They were small, black dots at first, but quickly they grew. There seemed to be thousands of them.

By the time we made it back to the camp the battalion had already mobilized.

"Where!?" I remember my Captain had asked me franticly. No matter which angle I looked at him I could see the gigantic fragments of rock and ice hurtling towards our planet.

We were almost in the middle of a continent, no known fault lines near the area. We were not at risk to be swept away by a tsunami and assuming we managed to avoid being hit directly or too close to an impact site, we just had to worry about the resulting seismic activity.

"An open field Sir, that's our best chance." I remember how my voice nearly shook, I remember the fear in his eyes. I was unsure of how much time we had until contact, hours, possibly minutes...

He gave orders to abandon the recons and bikes and told the men to make room inside the tanks and rigs. He pulled me into his medium tank with him and our battalion moved out of the forest and into the wide open plain ahead.

We parked our armored vehicles close together and we waited for the destruction that would inevitably rain down on our world.

I had honestly never been terrified like I had been then. War was one thing, but this…would even one person survive?

"Is this really happening?"

His shuttering voice had uttered the question in my ear as he had pulled me against him. We sat huddled on the metal floor of the tank with five others.

"Yes." I had responded coolly.

Neither of us had family left. We are all we have. Actually, I am grateful for that. The one person whose life I hold any special concern…had been right there. Such was not the case for more then half of our men.

They had wives and children…

I'll never forget the sound that shattered my eardrums; the sound of the falling judgment.

I'm not exactly sure how we survived.

Now it has been little over a month since the initial impact. The sky is black with raised dust and the earth is hot from the meteors. I suspect the average global temperature has risen more than 10 degrees Celsius.

Brenner's Wolves have banded together. We travel across the shattered grounds searching for survivors. Mostly all we find are dead corpses, but there have been the few occasions where we actually managed to pull some living people out of the ruble.

It is for these people that my Captain urges us to move on. To not give up and to keep searching. I firmly believe that he is the sole reason our men haven't completely given in to despair.

He is the reason that the civilians travelling with us are still alive. It amazes me to see a man with such a powerful physique bend down and pick up a crying child with the utmost of care. His hands that could crush the small creature cradle the little body close to his as he somehow manages to calm the poor thing down.

While we frequently bicker about his beliefs… I respect them and understand him.

He says that "where there's life, there's hope". He tells that to nearly all of the shaking and terrified survivors he rescues. He repeats it to me every time I even hint at pointing out the seeming futility of our actions. I have to admit to myself that the more people we save the more I believe him. Those words never seem to get old to me.

And so, as always, I follow him into the waking hell around us. Even though the only virtuous human being I can see happens to be him. He disagrees with me, saying that all people are innately good. I respond to this by pointing out that if such were true, we probably wouldn't have been fighting a war when the meteors came down.

Despite my cynicism, I do share many of his beliefs, though I am not such a hopeless optimist. He is my Captain, and I am his second in command. I swore my absolute loyalty to him a long time ago. I will die before I betray him.

Despite our differences in opinion, I deeply respect him. There is nothing I would not do for him should he ask it of me. I follow his orders without question and I do my best to insure our success. I trust him…and why shouldn't I?

He protects me after all. He has always protected me. Likewise, I always take measures to insure his safety, I have to; the world needs a man like him.

And God knows he needs me.

The destruction is total, ahead are the days of ruin, but together we will keep fighting. We are Brenner's Wolves. We are soldiers, we are survivors.

Well, I had wanted to write a fic that encompassed the whole game chronologically but I just don't have the time. Instead I'm throwing all my little ideas into this collection.

If you've read my other two 'Days of Ruin' one-shots then you already know I am a die hard Lin/Brenner fan. I will also be throwing in some Will/Isabella. By the way if you have any suggestions or requests I'd be more than happy to take them. It's unfortunate that such a great game has so little fanfiction.

That said I hope you enjoy this one and don't be too put off by the lack of quality in this chapter. Consider it my warm up; its been a long time since I wrote the other two.