For many years, the Earth and those upon it have  always looked to the stars looking for answers. Are we alone? Is there more to the universe? Questions that by all means seem very important but answers that most likely don't need to be answered. Those questions were shot into space from various places all over the globe and many directions that to this day would never be able to be known. Every one of those messages did one thing and one thing only. Paint a target upon the small blue world that harbored life and a life that did nothing more but to question itself before accepting that things are as they are.<br/><br/>October 23, 2052: This was the day that world would become the host to the most gruesome event in human history. On that day, the new tenants of the Earth would come to collect what they deemed theirs. Five alien crafts no bigger than a fighter jet entered the atmosphere and laid waste to every single defense the Earth had. What was a mission for peace from altruistic people soon became a nightmare that put the human race face to face with extinction. The one thing that those that sent messages had not counted on was that those who also evolved in the universe were no better than the people on the planet. Greed, survival, and elimination of competition. These were all traits that humans had thrived on and now they were faced with those demons from other planets. Being more advanced did not mean peace, it only meant they could kill you faster.<br/><br/>Five hours after the initial invasion, the Earth was defenseless and 75% of the population was left dying beneath the rubble of the cities that once housed them. Those five ships cut through everything like it was nothing and the human race was powerless to stop it. For the next ten years, humans were hunted. Alien warriors adorned in metallic suits would roam the streets and lands of the planet to hunt down the vermin that had once called Earth home and cut them from existence. This was no longer a world of acceptance. This was now survival in its rawest form. The human race began to revert into its more savage ways and those who held even the slightest humanity were few and far between. Within this extinction period, human life dropped to 5% and those that survived found a way to hide. That five percent would be the inheritors of a ravaged planet as the new overlords strip mind the planet slowly to fill their ships with the resources they needed.<br/><br/>Julian was one such survivor of the initial attacks. He had been 23 when the ships came and leveled the world and now, ten years later, he was one of few that were able to make his way around the world. He was very lucky when the military base he had been stationed at had been hit and he was deep inside a bunker doing counts on supplies. In his hand he held a rifle that had seen better days but it was one of only a few weapons he still had left to defend. As he walked through the overgrown and fractured streets of the city. He ignored the death and destruction by focusing on one thing. He was needing more supplies and cities still held a lot within the businesses that were now skeletons of a forgotten past.<br/><br/>Finding a perch upon a pile of concrete that had fallen from a nearby skyscraper, He would look over the cityscape in search of a hidden oasis. His blue eyes peered as far as they could taking every detail in and giving it enough thought to plan his action. His lean body was still just as prepared in boot camp as it was now. He was not to be caught weakened because those that were weak were easy pickings to those who had claimed this planet. He stood tall in his 6'-2" frame before he saw a shattered sign for a small grocery store that seemed to still be rather untouched from looters. He looked down to watch his footing as he made haste to the building.<br/><br/>His cautious eyes looked every where to make sure he was safe enough to make the travel. Patrols of the alien scourge could always come by at any minute and he had to be alert. Not wasting any time, he let himself in through the shattered window of the door before he stood a moment to let his eyes adjust to the dark. As they did, he would curse his luck as the oasis had been pillaged almost of everything. Scraps of things were all that were left and not even things he would find edible if the world had not been going to hell in a hand basket. Not wanting to be picky, he would begin to fill his pack that he had shouldered the whole way. As he opened the pack, he took stock of his ammo. He had only two clips left for his rifle and another four for the pistol at his hip. In most instances, that would not be deemed a winning combination but for him, it was better than nothing. His focus would be on his supplies as his ears would listen to the world around him.