I still see it, burned into my mind, preventing sleep or relaxation. I can still hear it, the screams of those around me. Those cries for help that went unanswered. I still smell it, the fires burning. I still feel it. The fear, the hatred. I still see them every time I close my eyes, as I lie awake when my body refuses to sleep; as I work till my death toward their destruction. I still see the Reapers coming down upon Earth and killing millions in a matter of days and now, I am being hunted.

4th of October 2186 CE

Shit. Every single hour since the invasion has been a fight for my life. The planet I grew up on, the home of Humanity; turned into a place of death in a matter of minutes. I've lost nearly everyone close to me, everyone that meant something to me. I haven't heard from my husband in days and the rest of my family is gone. I am one of only two people left in my unit. And the fight just gets harder as we try to save everyone and still fight the Reapers along the way.

But today was bad, really bad. We were in the state of Canada while we were trying to find shelter when we found a hospital and heard screams. So me and my team went to investigate. It was a trap. We were baited in there and they nearly slaughtered us all me and Danny were the only two to make out alive 23 people. Dead. Now their faces haunt me too. Fighting an uphill battle could mean your end but fighting a war you know can't be one can never end well. Before I sat down to write this I heard a blast from a large detonation, looking over we caught a glimpse of a mushroom cloud. We knew we didn't have much time before the radiation hit us, but Reaper soldiers were all around us.

We're exhausted but we need to keep moving and it looks like they're moving away; now's our chance.