Human, your efforts are in vain. Your fight with Reapers only delays the inevitable for we are your salvation through destruction. All that you know is meaningless, you are ignorance and we are knowing. Your forms are basic and fragile. You are an accident, a genetic mutation. You wither and die. We will help you ascend to perfection. You will feel us crawling through your mind, whispering in the back of your feeble brain. You will become our slave and will not want to disobey. And once the last organic has fallen; you have our permission to die.

I feel so cold right now. Everything is dark. The HUD inside my helmet won't function. The visor is covered in mud and blood. I try to stand only to be greeted by pain in my head and side.

"System reset." I groan as I lay back down. No response. "System rest." I say again. Still no response. Not sound except from my heavy breathing and the muffled sounds of battle outside.

"Awh, fuck it." I remove my helmet and everything becomes clearer. The smell, the air, the sounds, and the sights. What's left of the fighters who were with me are nothing but bloodied corpses. Bullet holes cover the walls and floor. Screams of men, women, children, weapons, and explosions flood into my ears reminding me of what's going on.

Shepard was right. The Reapers are real and they're here on Earth. And judging from all the damage done, they mean business.

I feel sick to my stomach. After 8 years in the Alliance I have never seen so much death and destruction. Next thing I know I'm keeled over throwing up today's lunch. I glance up and that's when I see them.

Oh my God they're huge. A dark purplish metallic color, towering over even the tallest buildings here in Vancouver. The sounds they make is unlike anything I've ever heard and they're weapons are devastating. Why couldn't we just believe Shepard and his crew.

My omni-tool lights up and starts pulsating. Thank God my omni-tool didn't shit the bed. Admiral Hackett appears on the holographic screen.

"All units, this Admiral of the Fifth Fl-"

A sharp pain shoots into my skull like somebody put a blade in there and shook my head around. "ARRRRRRGGGGHHH FUCK" I scream out, falling to my knees. The message still plays but the pain blocks out all noise from the transmission and outside world. Everything becomes distorted and oily looking. This one hell of a migraine.

Resistance is futile, Human. Every minute we are here thousands die. Your army only delays the unevitable. A voice out of a nightmare echos through my head.

"…way of the planet, I repeat, all units evacuate Earth. Hackett out." The message becomes clear again.

"What the hell." I say as I get to my feet. Voices in my head, am I going crazy. Probably just traumatized, Earth is being attacked. I step over the bodies of my deceased comrades and limp to the window nearby. Before his transmission ended Hackett said evacuate Earth.

There's a shuttle nearby outside of the building loading up soldiers other soldiers. I found my ticket out of here. I took the stairs down to the first floor and made my way out of the crumbling building. Just barely in time to catch the shuttle about to leave. Aboard the shuttle were more wounded soldiers, all had the same depressed look on their faces and I couldn't blame them.

We just lost Earth and are retreating with our tails between our legs. Though we're lucky to make it off alive, far too many had to be left behind. No one talks the whole ride up to the fleet. Just silence, to remember and mourn the lost.


I thought this up in my free time between classes. I was thinking it would be cooler to put the reader in the characters shoes than from the third person. More chapters are on the way soon. Review if you like and leave a comment on what I'm doing right or if this is bad. Thanks everyone