Chapter Three - Memories

One Month Ago, San Francisco, California, USA.

The City was full of life as it was a Monday, everybody hated Mondays, the end of the weekend meant work work, school and other Daily Obligations you had a break from on Sat and Sun, but walking amidst a busy crowd was a lost teenager, probably separated from his guardians due to the intense amount of people, searching around he noticed something was wrong with the sky, there was a white streak coming straight down at a fast pace, for some unknown reason he ducked into a parking lot nearby and rushed to a staircase, and ran down it as fast as he could, he reached the lowest floor when a large explosion was heard, immediately he felt a crushing feeling in his back, and was sent flying into the wall, he was not far from ground zero and if he had not been in one of those new earthquake strengthened Parking Lots, he'd have been vaporized, six hours passed before he woke up, bleeding from the arm which was sliced open, he grasped his left arm and screamed in pain, the world came to around him which was a dusty ruined building full of debris, some cars that were partially destroyed had their alarms going off, because their doors where smashed open by the force of the explosion, the boy struggled to break out of the rubble when he heard some people shouting and running down the alleyway, to be gunned down by some futuristic robot with a revolving laser cannon, immediately the boy ducked under the rubble to hide, it did no good, as the machine's infrared spotted him and it rushed at him with some strange large dagger, it should have shot at him, in a fit of rage the boy jumped at an inhuman distance pumped full of adrenaline and pure hatred, he smashed his wounded left arm into the glass window of the cockpit and his fist went through the throat of the female pilot, he jumped off the mech which fell lifeless, shocked and horrified he screamed, after a minute he came to, realising it was self defense, he worked his way into the cockpit throwing out the corpse, the words in the mech's computers were in Japanese, which he recognized due to his liking of anime, he reached for a strange looking pistol and noticed it too was covered in Japanese Kanji, unable to read it he pulled the trigger at the corpse and saw a streak of blue light strike through the dead woman's neck, he put the pistol in his brown Aviation jacket's pocket [he always like military-ish clothing] and pushed a random button, the computer spoke Japanese before saying something in English, "Name..."

It asked me my name, in English, I know it spoke Japanese, I watch Naruto enough to get the grasp on what their language sounds like, but the Japanese don't have these things, I said "Ray Zenji" an alias I use for some games, though my name is Ray, my last name ain't Zenji, but you already know that name due to the book's author name, I won't say it twice, anyway, the machine spoke more Japanese, then a timer placed on the screen, from ten and counting down, self destruct I assumed, I rushed out the shattered window and landed on the pilot's corpse, despite my wounded Arm I rushed away from the mech which exploded in fit of blue fire, probably polarized Ions, I grabbed the laser pistol I took from it and it was blinking, I tossed it away and it also exploded, suddenly the corpse exploded as well, probably some type of safety program to ensure we don't get their technology, no worries, the dead men had M9 Berettas, probably gang members, I saw tattoos but couldn't describe what they where, it was in Spanish, despite being half Mexican I never liked my ancestor country, my home is America, and its in America I would make my stand until I would eventually wander south, way south. Nothing burned more then the pain in my arm, sliced open, probably infected by a steel bar flown by the force of the Nuclear Blast, like I was, if it was nuclear, I grabbed the gun and ammo on one of the guys, the other man's equipment was scorched by the Energy weapons the machine used, the gun and ammo was useless, well I did have a Gun, and seven clips of 9mm ammo, 15 each, I proceeded to take the ramp out, and I saw a large amount of police fighting a single machine, their M16's, MP-5s and M92Fs did absolutely nothing, the thing rushed at them with some kind of wings that where acting as jets, with a steel dagger, I think its steel, it sliced them open, would've been me if I wasn't so angry, my wound burnt more, so I took my Ka-Bar knife which I foolishly brought with me, a mistake that became a blessing, I sliced one of the dead man's sleeves off and made a makeshift Tourniquet or whatever it is called, my arm soon became unmoving, probably had no blood in it, good thing I'm Right handed, I made my way outside after so many debris littered ramps, the Machine I Mentioned, flew out the ceiling not noticing me or the burning robot behind me.

Ray walked outside to see the sky filled with large ships, he knew it was an alien invasion, he rushed around to find an alleyway, it was empty, he made residence here some time later, but for now, he was a wanderer, one with no home, one only with a gun, and hatred of his enemy.

To be continued...