Hey guys here's another Gears story, I decided to just create a whole new one on its own, so here is a story about Alala my new character.

I may or may not continue with the other one...

Disclaimer: I do not own Gears of war. Only my OC's. Duh.

This blood. It's not my own. Whose is it?

Thoughts whirled around in my head in such dizzying speeds.

Who am I?

What am I?

I'm not like these others... But who are they?

I'm so confused...

I stared idly at the ceiling. The dust motes were dancing with every breath I took, what an amazing sight...

"What the hell are you doing?"

I looked over my shoulder. The man who spoke had dark brown eyes and black hair.

"What does it look like?" I glared.

"You're just being lazy," He sighed. "Come on, Ms. Boss is waiting."

"Yeah, yeah."

I grabbed a handful of folders off of the cubbyhole on my desk and followed behind him.

"Good morning!" said the employee's as we walked by. I responded with a small 'hey' each time.

My first week as an office assistant and I already feel awkward. We walked inside a large rectangular office and I sat down at the first chair I could. I chewed on a pen while making sure each paper was in their rightful folders. Good. I looked at the clock. 11:43am. Almost lunch. I smiled at how fast the day was going. This has been an easy few days, handing in each form on each certain day and answering phones. Most of the time I doodled on sticky notes or made rubber band balls, bad way to spend my time, I know, but of course I had nothing else to do.

"Please excuse me for being tardy," A tall, slim blonde woman walked into the office and stood at the front of the oval table. "I had business to attend to. Nicholas, what do you have for me?"

The man who I followed stood up and shuffled some papers towards her.

"Stock is lowering with the war going on," He cleared his throat. "If we don't act soon, we may be out of business."

"Nonsense. Alala," My head jerked up at the sound of my name. The pen dropped out of my mouth. "I hope you have better news for me."

"Um... Stacy from Union Eight wants to know if you are willing to buy out the company for real this time..." I looked through my notes then continued. "And the Gears are wondering if you would like to make a donation to help support the program?"

Ms. Boss scoffed. "Like I would ever help those son of a bitch gears. They think they are all that because they can wave guns around!"

She began to walk out the office door when there was a sudden shake throughout the whole building. The lights gave out and there was sparks everywhere. I grabbed onto a nearby chair and climbed under the desk.

"Where's Ms. Boss?" Nicholas shouted over the crashing noises and screams.

"I don't know!" My heart beat was racing. My hands shook beyond control as there were loud "BOOM"s and more screams. I covered my ears and Nicholas ran out from under the table.

"No!" I tried to grab his arm but it was too late. I looked all around me and more sparks lite up the room. I jumped out from under the table and ran to the doorway. My eyes adjusted to the dark and I ran out into the maze of desks and bodies. I remembered some of the faces... people I said hi to this morning, and others.

"Nick?" I called into the dark. Another pulse of trembles shook the building, knocking me off balance. I readjusted myself and continued my search. The shock waves calmed and all that was heard was the cracking of sparks and the moans of people. I found my way to him, he was sitting next to the body of our employer. Her nickname was Ms. Boss, but her real name was Ms. McKenzie. She was 50 years old... those year came to and end.

Nicholas stood up and turned to me. "Let's help the survivors out of here."

"Nick," My voice shook. "What was that?"

He put a single hand on my shoulder and whispered in my ear, "Your worst nightmare. The locust."

My breath caught and he walked off without another word.

The Locust.

They were here.

They destroyed the building blocks of this world I tried so hard to make.

A tear rolled down my cheek. Everything has changed...

Men in armor suddenly burst through the building, flashing lights all throughout the place. They counted the bodies and brought out the survivors. One came up to me and shone a light right into my face.

"Are you alright, Miss?" He asked.

I couldn't answer. I don't know how long I had been standing there with the same cold look on my face but apparently he didn't want to bother so he walked off. The dust soon became too much for me so I blinked. It stung so bad. I looked around and the room was almost empty of all the soldiers except for the few who were left to check for any leftover bodies. I felt pity for them, but they probably didn't need it...

"Hey, Lady."

I turned to look at who had shouted straight at me.

"Good, you moved," He laughed. "We have to clear out this building, that means you have to leave."

I nodded and said 'Thank you' and walked right out.

It was sunset, the air was cold and the sky was a deep orange. Outside I met awaiting paramedics, obviously someone had expected me...

"Hey, you were in there for a long time..." It was the first soldier who walked up to me. "We were getting kind of worried, thought you went into shock or something."

"Y-yeah... I guess it kind of seemed like that..." I looked down at the ground. "Wow... So much happened... I still can't wrap my mind around it..."

"Well, it only happened about 7 hours ago so of course we don't expect you to get over it in that time..." He stepped back as one of the doctors took a look at me. "Hey... doesn't that hurt?"

"What?" I looked at myself to see what he meant. There was a huge gash on my leg and another on my arm. "I didn't even notice..."

He sighed. "Well, we gotta move out, another attack on a building just like yours. See ya."

"Bye." I said as he ran off. He climbed into a nearby truck and it drove off.

"There," said the girl who fixed up my wounds. "All better now."

"No..." I said. "It's not... I mean, what do I do, where do I go from here?"

"I can't answer you that, Miss." She smiled warm heartedly then strutted back to the medical vehicle. I looked back towards the office building which had turned dark along with the night sky. Half of it had caved in and the other half was going to pieces as I stood there.

"Where do I go from here...?" I whispered.

"How about home, for now?"

I turned to see Nicholas walking up to me. He had a cast on his arm.

"You need rest," He put his good arm around me and we began to walk down the street. "We'll think about it tomorrow..."

But tomorrow... Things will be worse! Said the voice in the back of my head. It made me uneasy, knowing that this wasn't going to end. But what is that instinct I have... that intuition?

I'll think about it tomorrow...

I looked up at the stars. A clear night with a full moon. My heart aches for the memories of a time so long ago...

I closed my eyes and drifted upon those feelings for a long time.

blarg, how is that? She has a life, she has a job, she has a lot of things, but it all turns out the same... I think because I put some serious thought into it this time, I did better with her than I did with Leanna... Alala's personality isn't shown here but it will be drawn out later in the chapters! :D

Please review, thanks!