First Strike:

A Quake 2 Story

DAS DISCLAMER: I'm not doing this AGAIN, Read it in the last chapter ¬.¬

June 20th, 2017, 4:07 A.M.

I awoke in a hospital in the nearest town. God, what was I doing here? Oh yeah, the attack by the aliens. I had a nice thick bandage around my head, matted with blood from a concussion. Nurses and doctors ran around the hospital, trying there hardest to revive the wounded and dead. My leg hurt like hell as I tried to move it. A nearby doctor heard the grunt. " Mr. Nick Parker, you have to go back to sleep and get some rest." the doctor said. "I'm fine." I grunted.

I get out of the hospital and look around; Soldiers look at me and go back to their posts. I look at a discarded newspaper with a story on the aliens.

The London Free Press

June 5th, 2107

EXCLUSIVE! PHOTOS OF ALIEN WARSHIPS!

Today at 1:20 P.M., Aliens attacked earth and captured or killed half the human population. What is left of humanity now lives in heavily guarded buildings or bunkers. We now have a interview with USMC Major. James Trent:

Half the paper was missing. I threw it away. There was no reason to be out here, I went back into the hospital.

Inside, there was a monitor inside showcasing all dead or wounded in the attack. I caught part of it:

KEVIN COOKE – DECEASED

JILL STONE – MISSING

WILLAM BLADE – MISSING

DAVID PARKER – DECEASED

REBECCA PARKER – DECEASED

CINDY SULLIVAN – DECEASED

"Oh god…oh god, no…" I said as I reeled away from the monitor. My parents, dead. My fiancé, dead. My Childhood friend, dead. My brother, dead.

"NO!" I screamed as I pounded my fist on the wall. "No, god…why…" I whimpered as I tried to fight back tears.

I had to get even. I had to avenge them…

I joined the TCM Armed Forces, that day

-To Be Continued

Author's Notes – I introduced the main charter here, Nick Jim Parker, a tormented man, who has lost everything to Stroggos. Again, if you know what TCM means, E-mail me.

-USCM-RandomM