First Strike:
A Quake 2 Story
DAS DISCLAMER: I'm not doing this AGAIN, Read it in the last chapter ¬.¬
June 20th, 2017, 4:07 A.M.
I awoke in a hospital in the nearest town. God, what was I doing here? Oh yeah, the attack by the aliens. I had a nice thick bandage around my head, matted with blood from a concussion. Nurses and doctors ran around the hospital, trying there hardest to revive the wounded and dead. My leg hurt like hell as I tried to move it. A nearby doctor heard the grunt. " Mr. Nick Parker, you have to go back to sleep and get some rest." the doctor said. "I'm fine." I grunted.
I get out of the hospital and look around; Soldiers look at me and go back to their posts. I look at a discarded newspaper with a story on the aliens.
The London Free Press
June 5th, 2107
EXCLUSIVE! PHOTOS OF ALIEN WARSHIPS!
Today at 1:20 P.M., Aliens attacked earth and captured or killed half the human population. What is left of humanity now lives in heavily guarded buildings or bunkers. We now have a interview with USMC Major. James Trent:
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Half the paper was missing. I threw it away. There was no reason to be out here, I went back into the hospital.
Inside, there was a monitor inside showcasing all dead or wounded in the attack. I caught part of it:
KEVIN COOKE – DECEASED
JILL STONE – MISSING
WILLAM BLADE – MISSING
DAVID PARKER – DECEASED
REBECCA PARKER – DECEASED
CINDY SULLIVAN – DECEASED
"Oh god…oh god, no…" I said as I reeled away from the monitor. My parents, dead. My fiancé, dead. My Childhood friend, dead. My brother, dead.
"NO!" I screamed as I pounded my fist on the wall. "No, god…why…" I whimpered as I tried to fight back tears.
I had to get even. I had to avenge them…
I joined the TCM Armed Forces, that day
-To Be Continued
Author's Notes – I introduced the main charter here, Nick Jim Parker, a tormented man, who has lost everything to Stroggos. Again, if you know what TCM means, E-mail me.
-USCM-RandomM