3 hours in. No progress. Tremendous casualties.
The sound of armor outside. Firefights inside every still standing structure, and Sarah in the middle of it all. Not the first time they’ve been cornered.
In the 7 months and 29 days she’d been here, she’d become a proficient soldier. Her “home” had been destroyed by the Sky People. It was believable.
Now, they were being pushed back, the Sky People had no need for an Orbital Strike Weapon. It was all a threat, with no basis. The truth they had discovered. The reason she had to survive. The Sky People had no intention of destroying Earth. She exchanged the drum on her rifle every few minutes. They were hunkered down atop a structure, a few miles away from their own Artillery.
77th Thunder Company’s Armor was in ruins, carnage, the mixture of flesh and electronics. The all too familiar smell. The smoke in the air, the weight of her armor. How she longed for home, for Charlie. Had the Traveler succeeded? No time for that now, she reloaded her rifle, and prayed.