Author's note: This is just one of a group, so please check my other stories. I will add more stories soon. Oh by the way, An underlined set of words a new story
The Journal of a Grunt.
May 19: I was in a battle with the humans today. I got killed a couple of times, nobody really cared. May 20: I was in another fight today, I pretty much just ran around flailing my arms, I got killed again.May 21: I went to a theme park with my buddies today. Of course I was too short to ride any of the cool rides, I spent the entire day in the carousel.
May 22: Yet another fight, I actually tried to do more than run around. Surprise, surprise, I got killed accidentally by an overactive Elite with an energy sword, again, nobody cared.
A Grunt's face off with Master Chief
Blinky the Grunt walked cautiously down the deserted hallway. His needler pointed at the shadows. He was sure that's where an enemy would hide. The little Grunt had been forced by his commanding Elite to patrol the lower decks of the ship. Suddenly, out of the darkness, stepped the 7 foot tall figure, Master Chief. Blinky slowly looked up, and felt the color rush out of his originally colorless cheeks. He turned and ran screaming, "Run away!" as Grunts often do. He ran as fast as his tiny legs could carry him, unfortunately, his giant methane tank kept him off balance and ultimately slowed him down. Master Chief yawned, scratched his belly a few times, looked down the hallway at the fleeing Grunt, slowly picked up his assault rifle, pulled the trigger, and BLAM! No more Blinky.