Fire rained from the sky the night they arrived...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> â€œBreaking news special report. Tonight an unpredicted meteor shower lit the night sky up across the world...â€</span><br/><br/>We were not prepared...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> â€œImpacts reported all over the world...these meteors are crashing into our planet. People are instructed to stay in their homes. Into their basements if they have them and remain calm...</span><br/><br/>Calm...heh...such a stupid word now when we think about it. There we sat in our homes waiting, remaining â€œcalmâ€....like sheep to the slaughter....<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> â€œThere was something in the meteors! An alien craft!....OH GOD! RUN! RUN!â€ images of the giant robot like monstrosity unfolded. Glowing eyes staring down at the poor camera crew who were frozen in terror. A sound filled the air, Whoomp! Whoomp! Whoomp!, sounding like a large rope was being spun overheard. Then from the alien titan a beam of energy shot out and those caught within it where vaporized or something. All that was known was that they were there one second then gone the next........</span><br/><br/><br/>We launched an attack. We fought back....we were beaten...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> â€œGod Damnit! Fire! Fire! Bring that SON OF A BITCH DOWN!â€ the call went out over the radios as they opened fire on the metallic giants who seemed to barely notice. It was like a swarm of flies, the bullets assaulted the alien fiend who did not even pause to acknowledge the attack. It continued to walk on, destroying and killing all in its path</span><br/><br/>There was only one choice left....run and hide....<br/><br/><br/>A year later we are getting desperate....there are so few of us left....something needs to be done we are running out of time and dying off....we must....we must.....FIGHT BACK!<br/><br/>-- --------------------------------<br/><br/>BUZZ!BUZZ!BUZZ!<br/><br/>Groaning Danny rolled over, her eyes just peeking open slightly to glance with blurry eyes at her alarm. â€œ5:00am....â€ she sighed. It felt like she had only just come off her shift of guard duty, probably because she had to pick up an extra shift to make up for the lost they had the other night. Fucking aliens were starting to catch on to their guerrilla tactics, so they were having a harder and harder time scavenging for supplies. Danny felt it was time to fight back and she was not the only one either, there were others among them who felt the same way. Still the problem were their dwindling numbers, if they were going to fight back they had to do it now before there were not enough of them to matter anymore.<br/><br/>Grumbling she ran her hand through her short auburn hair, it was starting to grow again, the modified girl Mohawk worked for her. Shorter on the bottom and longer on the top and in the front. It brought attention to her eyes or at least she thought so. Right now the pair of emeralds were staring at her toes, she had managed to sit up at some point and was now working on convincing the rest of her body to cooperate. She noticed how lighter her feet were in color compared to the rest of her body, she would have to see about working on her tan to make it so that she was a uniform olive all over.<br/><br/>Grunting she pushed up to her feet stretching and yawning as she padded her way barefoot to her bathroom. The flushing of the toilet was punctuated by the flicking on of the light above the mirror, where Danny took the time to take in her appearance for the day. The light smattering of freckles appeared darker for some reason, probably just her tired eyes. Running the water she splashed her face to help waken up a bit, that would be the extent of her bathing till later, water rationing and all that jazz.<br/><br/>â€œWell need to get dressed and get the others together...â€ she said to herself as she exited the bathroom to get dressed. Even if the tank and shorts she wore were comfortable that was really appropriate raiding gear. Pulling the simple light material from her body she set to work getting dressed, slipping a pair of black boy shorts and a black sports bra. Her body was lean and athletic, her curves modest. The green cargo pants hung well on her hips along with the black  t-shirt she pulled on. Shoulder holster, and belt were next, followed by her green jacket. Feeling herself ready she grabbed up her M-16, loaded a clip into it then checked the safety. It was time to go hunting....<br/><br/><br/>Moving to the forward position she knelt, lifting her shades to check around the corner, finding it clear she motioned the team forward. Into the building they are went and she followed after them covering them, this building was supposed to have a supply of food and other goods. She just hoped another raid group had not snagged it first.