The world is ending. Literally, the cities are desolate, the people are almost gone, and the monsters search the planet for anything living. Yesterday we received word about a last strong hold on this now forsaken rock. The few of us that escape the battle are tired and terrified. The funny thing is that not all of us are on the same team before those events. The Battle of New Gettysburg. I would just blame the Ghost chick that made it out of the group but she is trap with the rest of us. I would pity her if I could but we will all soon be dead when that stronghold falls. I remember the Battle of New Gettysburg quite well.

It was just a little clash of on the outside of our base. That was what we thought until the zerg came. Thousands upon thousands came down to tear us apart. Our defenses quickly fallen and the Zerg population raised rapidly. The place has truly become apocalyptic sense our downfall.

Every time I close my eyes I still see them. Tearing through the bunker where my squad mates were in. The blood curdling screams shouting all around us. We were literally being ripped to shreds. I was very lucky to jump on a shuttle outside of our base. We picked up anyone that we can regardless if they are enemies or not. That is when we picked up the ghost are some of here guys. They all just scrambled in as the shuttle took off.

It was us (the Terran Confederacy) and them (the Sons of Korhal). It was easy to tell sense our armor color was different. Tensions were high at first but it stopped when the radio crackled to life. It was not just here but they were spreading across the planet slowly. We can hear people organizing resistance and evacuating. We shortly came to terms about working together.

After all that flying we are resting a little bit. We met some old fire birds believe it or not. They have been taken out of the museum and put in to active duty. Though what disturbs me more was that it was a civilian that was driving it. He told us the situation and a point to meet up. You would expect that they would be off world by now but it occurred to us that no one is coming to help us. Just what ever ships we have are being packed by people and sent out. They come back and the same happens when they come back with a couple more ships.

The Terran Confederacy is no more or is it just a new name now with someone different. It is all the same to me. I don't know anything now. Just only what is happening here.

I close my eyes again and it all went back to the battle, no slaughter that had taken place. Someone puts a hand on my shoulder and I opened up my eyes. It was that ghost again. She just looked at me. Probably noticing my discomfort. Though her eyes did not show pity. It shows her determination. A determination that sent shock waves through my body. After a couple of minutes my eyes started to slowly turn into that same determination that she is showing. That this will not be the end. I somehow believe her even though what was going around us.

The sun was rising and now it is time to leave. To prepare for the flight and the battle that will lay ahead of us. It might not be our last or it could be. Though it will only matter that I burn my image in their sculls. That they will be forced to think of mankind the same way. We will save what we can before we will go down in flames and I might keep an eye on the ghost to make sure she makes it out alive.


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