The invasion from the sea came hard and fast. The beaches were flooded with amphibian vehicles and personnel. They were swift in their overtaking and we can thank them for that at least.
Major cities didn't last long, I mean, sure the National Guard did it's job -- we held out -- but in the end it just didn't matter.
New Atlantis had prepared for this invasion and it didn't help this was the time our pals from the Andromeda Galaxy decided to make first contact.
Fish and aliens? Yeah, it got real, REAL quick.
But here I am tired, exhausted, and without hope. We lost the war, but maybe with your help there can be a better tomorrow.
I trained under one of the last seargents of the National Guard before The Great Extermination and learned small arms repair and some heavy weapons, but not as much as I should have. Damn it, Rob, if only you were still around.
Sometimes I meet a rebel camp and I try to rally them together to fight, but it never pans out. Aliens are always one step ahead and make slaves of them all -- I always find some way to escape.
-Aiming at the weak points in the Atlantian body armor to cripple them. (Below their third rib on the left side and 3 inches above their 4th kidney)
-Stitching together a fresh wound and sterilizing it quickly before the alien virus takes hold.
-Sleeping for only 40 minutes at a time once every 4 hours.
-Not crying myself to sleep at the disparity that is the human race.
Some Atlantean Defectors were stationed up at Buffalo, NY and saw to it that I was fit to come back.
I just wear body armor usually, but you can notice it pretty quickly.
I also am missing my left eye due to a heated battle at Custard's Comeback.
Books? The bible: gives me comfort sometimes. Other times it fills me with bloody rage because no god would let this happen to us.
Food? Wild mushrooms that aren't poisonous, raw fish caught from rivers if I'm lucky. Tree Bark.
My ex-wife's locket.
Picture of me and my family at the beach.
My father's watch.
My Revolver (only one bullet, I play russian roullette on very bad days sometimes.)
Best of Phil Collins mix tape.
Are the Atlanteans in cahoots with the aliens from Andromeda?
Will I live to see tomorrow?
How will I feed myself tonight?
Is my water clean?
Do I have radiation poisoning from the first Nuclear War?
How much longer will my generator last so I can keep writing this?
Scavenging for lost artifacts and souvenirs to bring back to my safe house (think little mermaid.)
Struggling to survive being the last human alive in the east coast against hordes of man hunters and slave makers.
Didn't know there was a puppy in there...Oh god... Oh god that poor.. poor...I can't... I can't keep typing... Oh god the yelps...
Also, knowing how to cook more than wild rabbit and salmon will go a long way.