I'd always wondered why the Fallen came to our Solar system. Maybe revenge on the Traveler, or to invade our worlds. We won't know. I'd say living on earth is the best option for now, even though this is where the Fallen are the strongest.
Life was hard ever since my parents died. Cut down like chaff by a pair of dregs, their screams of terror as I fled the village where I had lived for most of my life. I'd only taken my most personal belongings and some survival essentials to prepare me for my journey to the city. Walking across the snowy plains of Russia as I struggled to stay warm. Sometimes I found the bodies of vandals, sometimes captains if I was "lucky". I often scavenged their remains, but I never found anything of use besides a small, utility tool and cloaks.
When I reached the wall of the cosmodrome, many cars were lined up, waiting to be let in. But that never happened. At least from what I knew. The dead bodies of many citizens filled the seats of the vehicles, and walking past the smell made me want to throw the contents of my stomach out of my mouth. Walking up to a high point near the wall, I looked over the distance I had just come. Then I felt a bolt of electricity hit the back of my head.
That's how I died.
