Chapter 1
Are They Even Coming Back?
"We're the last five," said Morrison.
"Then let's go out with a bang," finished Miller, as they looked out at the horizon and noticed a fleet of transport ships being escorted by 5-8 Phantoms.
"How many of them do you think are being carried?" asked Pvt. Flynn.
"At least a dozen each," replied Wazowski.
"Son of a bitch," said Flynn, a little more than disgruntled.
"Looks like we got our work cut out for us," quipped Zero.
"Let's give 'em hell boys!" Wazowski cheered.
The 501st platoon geared up as the enemy ships came closer and closer. The survivors were knocked down to their knees by a large blast and they realized that the fleet was now docking and dropping off the troops.
"Nothing we can't handle, right guys?" Miller asked jokingly, he masked his worry with nonchalance. He knew how wrong he was.
A/N: If I decide to add more chapters they will probably be really short like this one because i am a terrible and slow writer.
