"Dude, open up! We're getting slaughtered out here! We need ammo!"
"What's your rank?" the terrified voice behind the door shot back.
I couldn't believe what I'd just heard.
"My rank?" I asked, incredulous. "Who the fuck cares man, there's aliens out here! Open up!"
No response. Perfect. I screamed in disgust, pounded on the door a few times to no avail, then stopped. It was no use. Even as the base is being overrun with Covenant, bullshit politics and disputes of authority were still in full swing. My being a rescued civilian didn't help matters much either. Of course, having no injuries put me way down on the UNSC's priority list, and when those covies showed up, my Marine escort took off to go fight them and I was left to fend for myself. Now I was here running around Crow's Nest with an empty pistol.
I heard a group coming and quickly dived behind a cement barrier to hide. They were definitely aliens; I could tell by the chirping and clicking sounds of their foreign speech. My heart pounded like a jackhammer as they grew closer and closer. If they found me, I'd be torn to shreds in seconds.
