I stood and started my way to the rear- or at least toward where I hoped there were still friendlies. As I moved farther away from the epicenter the rubble became more recognizable. The the piles started taking vague shapes, the foundations cracked but intact. Slowly buildings emerged, most badly damaged, farther along the extent of the damage became aesthetic, shattered windows and holes punched through walls by heavy debris yet the amount of bodies was steadily increasing. Bodies in uniform lay strewn in the streets in full combat gear. A look through a door way showed a family huddled together. Dead.

How the hell am I still alive?

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Hundreds of planets have been colonized. Wars rage for so long no one is quite sure what they are fighting for. Main infantry weapon is a high tech pulse rifle with an M109 pistol. Some conventional weapons still exist.

updated Jun 28 '09 by Elemental