“…Bullet shells sprinkled the floor, on top of the carpet of blood. I must go on, to fight whatever waited ahead, I am the only one left on humanity’s side of the battle. The bright room ahead suggested that I wouldn’t have anywhere to hide once I showed myself. I almost laid down beside my fallen comrades and just went to sleep, as some of them appeared to be. But that would mean that the bad guys would win, and I just could not allow that to happen. So I gathered up all the bullets and superior firepower I could scavenge off of the dead soldiers, or what was left of them, and prepared myself for the last battle.
…I must be crazy to fight this war; I must be out of my battered mind. How could one soldier stop all of these monsters? There must be someway out of here that doesn’t involve firepower. It is just too much, all the death and destruction. It’s pointless, there’s no way, no way at all. I can’t fight anymore, let them take Earth, I’ll stay here on my little moon, along with my squad of dead soldiers.”
- Excerpts from a creative writing assignment by Eric.