The glow of a cigar lit up the small dark alleyway that Vagile had chosen to reside in. Puffs of smoke wavered and swirled around his hooded face as he breathed in the night air. It was unlike him to be out this late, but he didn't care. The planet and all life in it was already dead to him. He looked around at the wreckage that had befallen their city. If one could call it a city anymore. He didn't understand why people still bothered to fight back. The portals that kept opening more rifts in time and space showed no sign of ever stopping, and more deadlier creatures than the last kept on appearing. While the military's forces diminished the aliens' number continued to rise. It was a hopeless battle.<br/>"Foolish." Vagile said aloud.<br/>He took his cigar out of his mouth and cast it to the ground before stomping out the embers. He put his hands into his pocket and strode out into the streets whistling a tune.