-PLANET REACH; August 30, 2552, 20:00 Hours-

Two small purple flying vehicles known as Banshees flew in a gloomy cloudy orange sky, and a mountain split in half could be seen covering what could be seen of the sky to the left. A lone figure stood by on a raised platform, watching the vehicles fly by, seeing as they knew this figure will soon perish by Forces the heading its way, they circled back to where they had been coming from and flew off, the figure watching.

The figure had a male body shape and wore a futuristic armor with his helmet's visor being silver with lines across it, his armor had plasma burns, and dents, and a holstered M6G Personal Defense Weapon System, or M6G PDWS, on his suit's leg. A holstered knife could be seen on the top right of his chest area. He was known as SPARTAN-B312, The Lone Wolf, or Noble Six.

In his left hand was an M392 Designated Marksman Rifle otherwise known as a DMR, and his right hand was free, though in a fist. He watched as two bigger vehicles than Banshees, known as Phantoms that carried multiple enemies from a force known as The Covenant came towards him. He set his mission objective to Survive, Noble Six then held the DMR properly with two hands, before walking down the platform's stairs, and raised his gun to his shoulder, Armed With Death people would have said as he looked like that right about now. He knew this was his last stand and had accepted his fate on this planet, though, he planned to take at least most of the forces down with him

In the distance 8 figures could be seen, 6 short figures with canisters on their backs marched towards Noble Six with Plasma Pistols, and Needlers, Covenant weapons, and the other 2 figures were tall, and in blue armor with some more Covenant weapons aimed at him, and started firing. He quickly moved away from the shots that were heading towards him, and quickly shot back, taking out 3 of the smaller figures, and damaging one of the taller figures shields, not too much to break them though before having to reload his DMR, and hiding behind some cover where a dead body in a similar armor to his though yellow was sprawled out on the ground.

He reloaded as he heard some aggressive footsteps heading towards him, and came out from his cover, shooting the same blue armored figure with the damaged shields. Now with a better view, the creature was known as a Sangheili, or Elite, It's rank was minor, as well as it's partner so it wasn't hard to take down the first one, before finishing off the last 3 of the Unggoys, or known as Grunts, and getting some better cover, though while in the fight with the squad he had taken some damage from the other elite, and took down some of his shields, grunting in annoyance and pain while it had to happen. It had gotten a lucky shot and his visor had a slight crack that could be seen, no big deal at the moment for him.

-16 MINUTES LATER-

Six was badly damaged. He could barely see anything now with his visor being cracked with a giant plasma hole in it, he felt weak, shields were low, bleeding out slowly from shots taken at him that managed to get through his armor, and he was panting painfully.

He weakly took off his helmet and threw it at the ground, he had short jet black hair, his face was sweaty, with a pained expression on his face, his light green eyes were sunken and dim, he felt tired. He saw a damaged elite ultra he hit earlier shooting at him, and picked up an MA37 Assault Rifle off the ground, and shot at it, quickly ending its life.

He almost didn't notice the Major sneaking up on him with an Energy Sword before full force hitting it with the rifle he held, actually taking out it's shields sending it to the ground, he brought his rifle to the ground, and took out his M6G and shooting the Major in the head. He was shot at again, some hitting him, and put away the pistol before aiming his rifle at the elite shooting at him, but was shot at again from another elite, he put the rifle in another hand and shot at the one who took out his shield, before taking out his pistol, and shooting at the other elite advancing towards him taking out both at once.

He was then thrown onto the ground by another elite, grunting as he landed as it took out an energy arm blade and tried to stab him with it before he kicked it away, it stumbling on his helmet, which was recording the whole scene so far, and it took out an actual energy sword as another elite came into view, and stabbed into his right side of his chest, gasping in pain, before he quickly punched it away.

If he had to be honest, he felt afraid at this exact moment as the same elite he kicked away came at him, and stabbed the ground next to him, before it got its head twisted the wrong way by Six, though the other elite was finally about to fatally stab him, kill him for good, and while a new one walking towards him, sword out. He's not getting out of this one, the last thing he saw was the elite's sword in his chest as in the distance Brutes, Grunts, and some Elites watched the Spartan die. Then intense pain filled his body, while the other was ready to stab him.

He saw his entire life flash before his eyes, birth, childhood, parent's death, The Spartan Program, mercenary agent, finally Noble Team and their deaths,

Then darkness.

-PLANET EARTH, NORTH CAROLINA; November 29, 2006, 15:24 Hours-

Six woke with a start, no longer feeling pain nor the tiredness that had filled him while he was on his last stand, he felt somewhat rested, like everything that happened was just a whole... Dream. Though, how could that be possible? He was supposed to be dead. He shouldn't be alive right now, after getting stabbed, and shot multiple times. He sat up, expecting to feel pain, but he felt normal. He looked at his surroundings, he seemed to be in some sort of camp in the woods, cans, boxes, and old torn paper littered the ground by a torn up tent and another tent that was more destroyed, under a cloudy sky, not so orange as Reach's he wasn't even sure he was even on Reach at this point.

There seemed to be an old broken down van from at least hundreds of years ago, how did he even up here? There was a barrel by a Huge tree with a rope tied around it, and beside the tree was some blood on the grassy floor surrounding the tree. After acknowledging his surroundings he realized his helmet was on him somehow, and his suit was free of battle damages, and he was equipped with a Combat Knife, DMR, M6G, and an MA37, all ranged weapons stocked on ammo that could last him more than a month. Now Six was really confused, he should be dead in a glassed Planet with battle-wounds, and helmet off, and weaponless. This isn't making any sense to him what-so-ever.

He got up from where he laid, grunting while doing so, and got out his MA37, and looked at his motion sensor for anything around him, and saw that there was a faint red dot by where the tree should be, and a small yellow dot farther away, moving off the sensor towards something else. He raised his gun, and slowly walked towards the tree that he realized was soaked with blood on the front, as well as the rope, and some moaning could be heard. He figured it was tied to the tree so that's why it hadn't moved, and moved to the front of it.

Christ. It was a person, or at least what was left of one. It looked like it used to be a man that was balding with a dirty white t-shirt on, and faded pants, its eyes were glazed over, and it seemed to be moaning in pain, yet hunger. It's left arm was hanging off slightly with a deep bite mark near the middle of the arm, and a knife was embedded in the tree with blood everywhere. This man must've tried to remove the arm, but... Why?

The thing seemed to finally notice him, and this time, gargled in hunger, arms or arm reached out at Six, it's other arm dangled when it rose its left arm. No use in wasting ammo on a Dead Man. He reached over to his Combat Knife, and plunged it into its heart, though... It didn't do anything to the Undead Man. It just gargled again, and with its right arm, grabbed on to Six with a strong force, but Six was stronger, and quickly took the knife out, and trying to push away the thing's arm, it did nothing but break the arm off of the poor soul. He would have gagged at this when he first started training, as a young child, but he's seen much from his time as a Rookie. He then tried for the head of the beast, and that seemed to finally do the trick, finally ending this thing's suffering.

He sighed in relief, finally figuring out how to kill these things if he were to encounter more of these monsters, but then he wondered to himself... What happened here? Where was he, and what was the date?

He then looked at his motion sensor, to check if there was anything coming his way, and sure enough, there was. There was that same small yellow dot he had seen earlier, but accompanying it was a larger yellow dot, but still fairly small. Just to be sure, he got out his Combat Knife just to make sure that this was actually friendly.

He heard footsteps, one sounded like the type you would hear from a dog, and the other a child. He looked towards where the path into the camp came in, and saw two figures, one in the shape of a dog, and one a child with a cap on, with their arms crossed seemingly to keep them heated.

He hid behind the tree, looking at the sensor, the smallest dot seemed to run over to the tree before he heard the unmistakable sound of a Dog Growl.

~Author's Note~ Back from the dead! I had a bad case of Writer's Block, and I was taking a break before I thought of, "Hey why don't I put Noble Six in TWD?" So here I am, hope you enjoy and get the TWD Reference I put in! Also, I am going to put The Walking Half-Life Season 1 on a Hitas...