Earth.

I was fighting for my life. All my training was showing culmination. Like a robot I fired my Gun, Not knowing or caring where it went. All I had to do was survive , survive for my family.  

~~Months Ago~~ 

A Surprise Knock at the Door, An officer Dressed in Blue. Mother Superior Led him away to her office, they talked for a moment. Then there was yelling , then silence. Here he was After Months of Hellish Training, at the front lines of the Great War. His Father would be proud if he hadnt already left.  

Seargant Kenny Yells out an order, But I coudnt hear anything over the hail of gunfire. The Battlefield makes my sight hazy , but I can tell the general is scared. I try to get closer to at least figure out what hes saying. Then the Gunfire stops on the Nazi’s Side, Everyone including the General is Looking up. And then shock as I look too , my face mirrors everyone else’s. Shock , Then Despair. 
Ten-Thousand Tons of Rock, A meotor of Gigantic Size seemingly hovering in the atmosphere.Flames ravaged its never-ending surface. I dropped my gun and sat down, Was this the end? To be Forgotten , Buried Under Rock and Steel. To be a nameless Casuality? 

Then The meteor blinked. A Small Eye , seemingly hidden on the surface of the meteor.  

I don’t remember much of what happened after , but I recall a wave of darkness , almost etheral wash over me, wash over everyone on the battlefield. And as I later Learned everyone on earth.  

I wake up. 

There is nothing. Only Darkness, Then an eye appears seemingly out of no-where. ẁ̵̥͙̘̪͉͖̈͋͗͊̈́̌̏̀̑͑͋̑͗̍̈́̎̚͝ͅh̶̡̡̦̼̰͖͇͙͕̬̼͔̘̟̯͎̱͉̽̓̆̐̔̚͜͝͝ͅą̶̡̛̞̗̹̙̲͖̬̪͖̱͉́̔̌́̈́̽̓̈́͐̂̄̓̊̌̄̀̈̿͘̚̕ţ̸̧̨̡̨̢̟̣̝̘̮̼̳̜͍̼͍̮͈͇̣͔̒́̍̌͛́̀̽͐̐̀̒̎̐̈͌͆̅͋̿̌̉̎̈́̚͘͝ ̵̡̛̩̬͔̰̱͈̩̠̠͚͇͙̹̳͉̥̟͕̭̥͓̃̋̀͒̾̿̆̓͗̔̄̈̍̔̈̽͘i̵̤̐͐̿̈̈̉̈͗̿͂͌̾̀͐̕ś̵̨̜̭̫̰̞̱̂͛͋̿̊̅̾͊́͗̽̔̚͝͝ ̷̡͍͍͉͙̬̗̲̝͚̲̮̱̞͇͚̰͓̰͎͕̗͇̦̺̯̂̄̒̾̐̎̓͒y̸̡̠̯̿̑͂̀̔̆̽͊̈̀̆̐́̾̉̔̌̀͛̄̍͂̀͘̕͘͝͝o̷̢̖͖͖͈͎̣̪͚͉̥̖̘̯̲͇͚̾̓̀̽ͅͅư̶̲̙̳̖͕̅̑̈́̏͒̆̒̀̔̕r̴͇̼̒̏͋͋̃̔̿͌̆̓̀̚͝͠ ̶̨̼̠̫̺̯̱̞̦̟̦́̔̽̿̉̒̄͛̓͒͑̈́̐̈͘͜͜͝͝ͅͅẃ̶̥̝̤͙̭̮͓̗̮͍͐̍̒̇̃́͂̌̂̔̅̈́̋͛̔́̈͌̓̑̆͒̽̊̕͘͠͝į̶̢̢̛̬͉͎̣̩͚̎̄̋̎͊͘̚͝ș̴̨̡̛͉͓͚̱̱̻̞̥̬̝̰̤̪͙͕͓̮̗͔̠̹̪̮̥͂̀̉͛͒͌̅̂̌͑̌̂̈͝͠ͅh̴̩̥̥͙̞̫̭͌̃̍̆̔̀̔͆́̔̆̃͛̈́̏̂̒͐͒͌̑̀̉͂̕̕͘͝?̵̡̧̢̺͙̩̲̱͇͓̭̖̼͎͔̯̪̠̬͚͍̝̱̖͉̀͑̄̾̏̾͗̆̋́̐̊̓͗͌́͋̔̓̕̕̚͠ͅͅͅ . It hurts , the screeching, the incomprehensible sound. ẁ̵̥͙̘̪͉͖̈͋͗͊̈́̌̏̀̑͑͋̑͗̍̈́̎̚͝ͅh̶̡̡̦̼̰͖͇͙͕̬̼͔̘̟̯͎̱͉̽̓̆̐̔̚͜͝͝ͅą̶̡̛̞̗̹̙̲͖̬̪͖̱͉́̔̌́̈́̽̓̈́͐̂̄̓̊̌̄̀̈̿͘̚̕ţ̸̧̨̡̨̢̟̣̝̘̮̼̳̜͍̼͍̮͈͇̣͔̒́̍̌͛́̀̽͐̐̀̒̎̐̈͌͆̅͋̿̌̉̎̈́̚͘͝ ̵̡̛̩̬͔̰̱͈̩̠̠͚͇͙̹̳͉̥̟͕̭̥͓̃̋̀͒̾̿̆̓͗̔̄̈̍̔̈̽͘i̵̤̐͐̿̈̈̉̈͗̿͂͌̾̀͐̕ś̵̨̜̭̫̰̞̱̂͛͋̿̊̅̾͊́͗̽̔̚͝͝ ̷̡͍͍͉͙̬̗̲̝͚̲̮̱̞͇͚̰͓̰͎͕̗͇̦̺̯̂̄̒̾̐̎̓͒y̸̡̠̯̿̑͂̀̔̆̽͊̈̀̆̐́̾̉̔̌̀͛̄̍͂̀͘̕͘͝͝o̷̢̖͖͖͈͎̣̪͚͉̥̖̘̯̲͇͚̾̓̀̽ͅͅư̶̲̙̳̖͕̅̑̈́̏͒̆̒̀̔̕r̴͇̼̒̏͋͋̃̔̿͌̆̓̀̚͝͠ ̶̨̼̠̫̺̯̱̞̦̟̦́̔̽̿̉̒̄͛̓͒͑̈́̐̈͘͜͜͝͝ͅͅẃ̶̥̝̤͙̭̮͓̗̮͍͐̍̒̇̃́͂̌̂̔̅̈́̋͛̔́̈͌̓̑̆͒̽̊̕͘͠͝į̶̢̢̛̬͉͎̣̩͚̎̄̋̎͊͘̚͝ș̴̨̡̛͉͓͚̱̱̻̞̥̬̝̰̤̪͙͕͓̮̗͔̠̹̪̮̥͂̀̉͛͒͌̅̂̌͑̌̂̈͝͠ͅh̴̩̥̥͙̞̫̭͌̃̍̆̔̀̔͆́̔̆̃͛̈́̏̂̒͐͒͌̑̀̉͂̕̕͘͝?̵̡̧̢̺͙̩̲̱͇͓̭̖̼͎͔̯̪̠̬͚͍̝̱̖͉̀͑̄̾̏̾͗̆̋́̐̊̓͗͌́͋̔̓̕̕̚͠ͅͅͅ 

ẁ̵̥͙̘̪͉͖̈͋͗͊̈́̌̏̀̑͑͋̑͗̍̈́̎̚͝ͅh̶̡̡̦̼̰͖͇͙͕̬̼͔̘̟̯͎̱͉̽̓̆̐̔̚͜͝͝ͅą̶̡̛̞̗̹̙̲͖̬̪͖̱͉́̔̌́̈́̽̓̈́͐̂̄̓̊̌̄̀̈̿͘̚̕ţ̸̧̨̡̨̢̟̣̝̘̮̼̳̜͍̼͍̮͈͇̣͔̒́̍̌͛́̀̽͐̐̀̒̎̐̈͌͆̅͋̿̌̉̎̈́̚͘͝ ̵̡̛̩̬͔̰̱͈̩̠̠͚͇͙̹̳͉̥̟͕̭̥͓̃̋̀͒̾̿̆̓͗̔̄̈̍̔̈̽͘i̵̤̐͐̿̈̈̉̈͗̿͂͌̾̀͐̕ś̵̨̜̭̫̰̞̱̂͛͋̿̊̅̾͊́͗̽̔̚͝͝ ̷̡͍͍͉͙̬̗̲̝͚̲̮̱̞͇͚̰͓̰͎͕̗͇̦̺̯̂̄̒̾̐̎̓͒y̸̡̠̯̿̑͂̀̔̆̽͊̈̀̆̐́̾̉̔̌̀͛̄̍͂̀͘̕͘͝͝o̷̢̖͖͖͈͎̣̪͚͉̥̖̘̯̲͇͚̾̓̀̽ͅͅư̶̲̙̳̖͕̅̑̈́̏͒̆̒̀̔̕r̴͇̼̒̏͋͋̃̔̿͌̆̓̀̚͝͠ ̶̨̼̠̫̺̯̱̞̦̟̦́̔̽̿̉̒̄͛̓͒͑̈́̐̈͘͜͜͝͝ͅͅẃ̶̥̝̤͙̭̮͓̗̮͍͐̍̒̇̃́͂̌̂̔̅̈́̋͛̔́̈͌̓̑̆͒̽̊̕͘͠͝į̶̢̢̛̬͉͎̣̩͚̎̄̋̎͊͘̚͝ș̴̨̡̛͉͓͚̱̱̻̞̥̬̝̰̤̪͙͕͓̮̗͔̠̹̪̮̥͂̀̉͛͒͌̅̂̌͑̌̂̈͝͠ͅh̴̩̥̥͙̞̫̭͌̃̍̆̔̀̔͆́̔̆̃͛̈́̏̂̒͐͒͌̑̀̉͂̕̕͘͝?̵̡̧̢̺͙̩̲̱͇͓̭̖̼͎͔̯̪̠̬͚͍̝̱̖͉̀͑̄̾̏̾͗̆̋́̐̊̓͗͌́͋̔̓̕̕̚͠ͅͅͅ 

ẁ̵̥͙̘̪͉͖̈͋͗͊̈́̌̏̀̑͑͋̑͗̍̈́̎̚͝ͅh̶̡̡̦̼̰͖͇͙͕̬̼͔̘̟̯͎̱͉̽̓̆̐̔̚͜͝͝ͅą̶̡̛̞̗̹̙̲͖̬̪͖̱͉́̔̌́̈́̽̓̈́͐̂̄̓̊̌̄̀̈̿͘̚̕ţ̸̧̨̡̨̢̟̣̝̘̮̼̳̜͍̼͍̮͈͇̣͔̒́̍̌͛́̀̽͐̐̀̒̎̐̈͌͆̅͋̿̌̉̎̈́̚͘͝ ̵̡̛̩̬͔̰̱͈̩̠̠͚͇͙̹̳͉̥̟͕̭̥͓̃̋̀͒̾̿̆̓͗̔̄̈̍̔̈̽͘i̵̤̐͐̿̈̈̉̈͗̿͂͌̾̀͐̕ś̵̨̜̭̫̰̞̱̂͛͋̿̊̅̾͊́͗̽̔̚͝͝ ̷̡͍͍͉͙̬̗̲̝͚̲̮̱̞͇͚̰͓̰͎͕̗͇̦̺̯̂̄̒̾̐̎̓͒y̸̡̠̯̿̑͂̀̔̆̽͊̈̀̆̐́̾̉̔̌̀͛̄̍͂̀͘̕͘͝͝o̷̢̖͖͖͈͎̣̪͚͉̥̖̘̯̲͇͚̾̓̀̽ͅͅư̶̲̙̳̖͕̅̑̈́̏͒̆̒̀̔̕r̴͇̼̒̏͋͋̃̔̿͌̆̓̀̚͝͠ ̶̨̼̠̫̺̯̱̞̦̟̦́̔̽̿̉̒̄͛̓͒͑̈́̐̈͘͜͜͝͝ͅͅẃ̶̥̝̤͙̭̮͓̗̮͍͐̍̒̇̃́͂̌̂̔̅̈́̋͛̔́̈͌̓̑̆͒̽̊̕͘͠͝į̶̢̢̛̬͉͎̣̩͚̎̄̋̎͊͘̚͝ș̴̨̡̛͉͓͚̱̱̻̞̥̬̝̰̤̪͙͕͓̮̗͔̠̹̪̮̥͂̀̉͛͒͌̅̂̌͑̌̂̈͝͠ͅh̴̩̥̥͙̞̫̭͌̃̍̆̔̀̔͆́̔̆̃͛̈́̏̂̒͐͒͌̑̀̉͂̕̕͘͝?̵̡̧̢̺͙̩̲̱͇͓̭̖̼͎͔̯̪̠̬͚͍̝̱̖͉̀͑̄̾̏̾͗̆̋́̐̊̓͗͌́͋̔̓̕̕̚͠ͅͅͅ 

ẁ̵̥͙̘̪͉͖̈͋͗͊̈́̌̏̀̑͑͋̑͗̍̈́̎̚͝ͅh̶̡̡̦̼̰͖͇͙͕̬̼͔̘̟̯͎̱͉̽̓̆̐̔̚͜͝͝ͅą̶̡̛̞̗̹̙̲͖̬̪͖̱͉́̔̌́̈́̽̓̈́͐̂̄̓̊̌̄̀̈̿͘̚̕ţ̸̧̨̡̨̢̟̣̝̘̮̼̳̜͍̼͍̮͈͇̣͔̒́̍̌͛́̀̽͐̐̀̒̎̐̈͌͆̅͋̿̌̉̎̈́̚͘͝ ̵̡̛̩̬͔̰̱͈̩̠̠͚͇͙̹̳͉̥̟͕̭̥͓̃̋̀͒̾̿̆̓͗̔̄̈̍̔̈̽͘i̵̤̐͐̿̈̈̉̈͗̿͂͌̾̀͐̕ś̵̨̜̭̫̰̞̱̂͛͋̿̊̅̾͊́͗̽̔̚͝͝ ̷̡͍͍͉͙̬̗̲̝͚̲̮̱̞͇͚̰͓̰͎͕̗͇̦̺̯̂̄̒̾̐̎̓͒y̸̡̠̯̿̑͂̀̔̆̽͊̈̀̆̐́̾̉̔̌̀͛̄̍͂̀͘̕͘͝͝o̷̢̖͖͖͈͎̣̪͚͉̥̖̘̯̲͇͚̾̓̀̽ͅͅư̶̲̙̳̖͕̅̑̈́̏͒̆̒̀̔̕r̴͇̼̒̏͋͋̃̔̿͌̆̓̀̚͝͠ ̶̨̼̠̫̺̯̱̞̦̟̦́̔̽̿̉̒̄͛̓͒͑̈́̐̈͘͜͜͝͝ͅͅẃ̶̥̝̤͙̭̮͓̗̮͍͐̍̒̇̃́͂̌̂̔̅̈́̋͛̔́̈͌̓̑̆͒̽̊̕͘͠͝į̶̢̢̛̬͉͎̣̩͚̎̄̋̎͊͘̚͝ș̴̨̡̛͉͓͚̱̱̻̞̥̬̝̰̤̪͙͕͓̮̗͔̠̹̪̮̥͂̀̉͛͒͌̅̂̌͑̌̂̈͝͠ͅh̴̩̥̥͙̞̫̭͌̃̍̆̔̀̔͆́̔̆̃͛̈́̏̂̒͐͒͌̑̀̉͂̕̕͘͝?̵̡̧̢̺͙̩̲̱͇͓̭̖̼͎͔̯̪̠̬͚͍̝̱̖͉̀͑̄̾̏̾͗̆̋́̐̊̓͗͌́͋̔̓̕̕̚͠ͅͅͅ 

ẁ̵̥͙̘̪͉͖̈͋͗͊̈́̌̏̀̑͑͋̑͗̍̈́̎̚͝ͅh̶̡̡̦̼̰͖͇͙͕̬̼͔̘̟̯͎̱͉̽̓̆̐̔̚͜͝͝ͅą̶̡̛̞̗̹̙̲͖̬̪͖̱͉́̔̌́̈́̽̓̈́͐̂̄̓̊̌̄̀̈̿͘̚̕ţ̸̧̨̡̨̢̟̣̝̘̮̼̳̜͍̼͍̮͈͇̣͔̒́̍̌͛́̀̽͐̐̀̒̎̐̈͌͆̅͋̿̌̉̎̈́̚͘͝ ̵̡̛̩̬͔̰̱͈̩̠̠͚͇͙̹̳͉̥̟͕̭̥͓̃̋̀͒̾̿̆̓͗̔̄̈̍̔̈̽͘i̵̤̐͐̿̈̈̉̈͗̿͂͌̾̀͐̕ś̵̨̜̭̫̰̞̱̂͛͋̿̊̅̾͊́͗̽̔̚͝͝ ̷̡͍͍͉͙̬̗̲̝͚̲̮̱̞͇͚̰͓̰͎͕̗͇̦̺̯̂̄̒̾̐̎̓͒y̸̡̠̯̿̑͂̀̔̆̽͊̈̀̆̐́̾̉̔̌̀͛̄̍͂̀͘̕͘͝͝o̷̢̖͖͖͈͎̣̪͚͉̥̖̘̯̲͇͚̾̓̀̽ͅͅư̶̲̙̳̖͕̅̑̈́̏͒̆̒̀̔̕r̴͇̼̒̏͋͋̃̔̿͌̆̓̀̚͝͠ ̶̨̼̠̫̺̯̱̞̦̟̦́̔̽̿̉̒̄͛̓͒͑̈́̐̈͘͜͜͝͝ͅͅẃ̶̥̝̤͙̭̮͓̗̮͍͐̍̒̇̃́͂̌̂̔̅̈́̋͛̔́̈͌̓̑̆͒̽̊̕͘͠͝į̶̢̢̛̬͉͎̣̩͚̎̄̋̎͊͘̚͝ș̴̨̡̛͉͓͚̱̱̻̞̥̬̝̰̤̪͙͕͓̮̗͔̠̹̪̮̥͂̀̉͛͒͌̅̂̌͑̌̂̈͝͠ͅh̴̩̥̥͙̞̫̭͌̃̍̆̔̀̔͆́̔̆̃͛̈́̏̂̒͐͒͌̑̀̉͂̕̕͘͝?̵̡̧̢̺͙̩̲̱͇͓̭̖̼͎͔̯̪̠̬͚͍̝̱̖͉̀͑̄̾̏̾͗̆̋́̐̊̓͗͌́͋̔̓̕̕̚͠ͅͅͅ 

My ears. ẁ̵̥͙̘̪͉͖̈͋͗͊̈́̌̏̀̑͑͋̑͗̍̈́̎̚͝ͅh̶̡̡̦̼̰͖͇͙͕̬̼͔̘̟̯͎̱͉̽̓̆̐̔̚͜͝͝ͅą̶̡̛̞̗̹̙̲͖̬̪͖̱͉́̔̌́̈́̽̓̈́͐̂̄̓̊̌̄̀̈̿͘̚̕ţ̸̧̨̡̨̢̟̣̝̘̮̼̳̜͍̼͍̮͈͇̣͔̒́̍̌͛́̀̽͐̐̀̒̎̐̈͌͆̅͋̿̌̉̎̈́̚͘͝ ̵̡̛̩̬͔̰̱͈̩̠̠͚͇͙̹̳͉̥̟͕̭̥͓̃̋̀͒̾̿̆̓͗̔̄̈̍̔̈̽͘i̵̤̐͐̿̈̈̉̈͗̿͂͌̾̀͐̕ś̵̨̜̭̫̰̞̱̂͛͋̿̊̅̾͊́͗̽̔̚͝͝ ̷̡͍͍͉͙̬̗̲̝͚̲̮̱̞͇͚̰͓̰͎͕̗͇̦̺̯̂̄̒̾̐̎̓͒y̸̡̠̯̿̑͂̀̔̆̽͊̈̀̆̐́̾̉̔̌̀͛̄̍͂̀͘̕͘͝͝o̷̢̖͖͖͈͎̣̪͚͉̥̖̘̯̲͇͚̾̓̀̽ͅͅư̶̲̙̳̖͕̅̑̈́̏͒̆̒̀̔̕r̴͇̼̒̏͋͋̃̔̿͌̆̓̀̚͝͠ ̶̨̼̠̫̺̯̱̞̦̟̦́̔̽̿̉̒̄͛̓͒͑̈́̐̈͘͜͜͝͝ͅͅẃ̶̥̝̤͙̭̮͓̗̮͍͐̍̒̇̃́͂̌̂̔̅̈́̋͛̔́̈͌̓̑̆͒̽̊̕͘͠͝į̶̢̢̛̬͉͎̣̩͚̎̄̋̎͊͘̚͝ș̴̨̡̛͉͓͚̱̱̻̞̥̬̝̰̤̪͙͕͓̮̗͔̠̹̪̮̥͂̀̉͛͒͌̅̂̌͑̌̂̈͝͠ͅh̴̩̥̥͙̞̫̭͌̃̍̆̔̀̔͆́̔̆̃͛̈́̏̂̒͐͒͌̑̀̉͂̕̕͘͝?̵̡̧̢̺͙̩̲̱͇͓̭̖̼͎͔̯̪̠̬͚͍̝̱̖͉̀͑̄̾̏̾͗̆̋́̐̊̓͗͌́͋̔̓̕̕̚͠ͅͅͅ 

 My soul bleeds. I cry out in pain, But it is too much to bear. My only wish is that I could live long enough to see my family. Then only silence, i am back on the Battlefield with death all around me. I alone stand in a sea of corpses.