Day Eight

It was the six o’clock when I woke. We were all prepared to raid the enemy tonight. The atmosphere was tense in the room. The others had been up since four in the morning preparing for the mission. It was routine stuff but it was long, hard work. We were ready by noon. I had helped out with the preparation of the long-range dart gun. We set off at two in the afternoon, my group was at the back, and instead of marching we jumped through trees to our destination. We were in the second wave of the assault. It was traumatic to see dead EPS littering the ground. I ran for the west entrance with the rest of the squad. We reached there just as the gates started to close. There was no other open entrance so we started sprinting for it. I was one of three that made it in.

We had been creeping through the tunnels for half an hour until we came across other aliens. Fortunately it was a squadron of ESPs. We almost immediately came under fire. We were surrounded with nowhere to go. I was alone after twenty minutes. I had taken out thirty, but when nobody else was alive I pretended to die. They had bought it. They moved off, leaving me alone. I was terrified. I was low on darts, had injured my left arm, and was tired. I began to look for the nearest exit. I made without any trouble, but saw twenty aliens. I thought it was over, but knew I had to try. I ran up with a dart in my hand and a knife in the other. I killed most before they realized I was there. The rest I dealt with quickly. Slowly I exited the building and ran back to base.

I was exhausted, and by the time I got back it was eleven at night.