The alarm sounded, screaming the same message “alert,” till it was etched into my brain. I swore under my breath and sat up in my bed. I waited for a second while my new eyes adjusted to the light. I watched in awe as a hundred of us marched into the atrium. Their feet in sync with the steady patter with the rain on the tin roof.

I jumped out of my bed. My legs felt stiff and clunky after my long sleep. The run felt good; gave me a chance to stretch my joints.

As we entered the atrium, I was met solely by disappointment. When you think of an atrium; you might imagine sunlight, plants, and comfy furniture. Instead I was greeted by four gray walls and one rather large television mounted to the farthest of the four.

Once the room was full, the doors slammed shut and the television flickered on revealing the metallic face that was Boss. No one really knew what his real name was or cared for that matter. All that was important was that he gave the orders and we followed.

“The day has come my brothers, the enemy has crossed our lines and is commencing on your position,” His voice exploded across the silent room; drowning out even his own echo,” Your orders are as follows...”

Yeah, I knew the drill: run, duck and shoot anything that moves. Man I hated my life or at least what was left of it. These robots took everything from me: my job, my house, even my daughter.

My daughter, how I missed her. She was only four when the robots came and separated us. I wonder to this day what became of her. I think of her everyday so I can keep her face fresh in my mind. I think of her long brown hair, her freckled face, the moon shaped birth mark on her cheek, and her deep blue eyes full of joy, wonder and love; just like her mothers.

“My little Luna,” I whispered.

Almost like I had just said the magic words, the wall in front of me fell forward with a loud thud, revealing the ruins of a once proud city and a hundred advancing enemies in the distance.

Before I even knew what was happening, I was already halfway there and leading the pack, compelled by pure hatred and the desire to kill. Bullets whizzed past my head; their source both enemy and friendly.

Cries of anger and pain erupted from the enemy; silence was all that followed me. I was almost there. I could smell their fear, taste their blood. Revenge would be mine. Revenge for my Luna.

I raised my rifle for the first time to fire; only to have it fall to the ground. My arm still clutching it. Sparks flew from my shoulder stinging my face. I dropped to my knees in a pool of the black liquid that had replaced my blood. Nothing made sense where was my blood, where were these sparks coming from, and why did I feel no pain? Almost exactly when the answer hit me so did two bullets to the chest. I fell to my back; abandoned by all hope. I simply had no will left to live.

The last thing my eyes greeted was the muzzle of a gun held by a beautiful grown woman. Her freckles had left her, her long brown hair was now short and dirty, and in her blue eyes, once full of love, only hatred remained. Only her lunar birth mark remained the same, covered in a fine coating of dirt.

“My lil Luna” I coughed, the black liquid filling my lungs.

This was followed shortly with a bright flash and a loud bang. Then there was only darkness, and the fading sounds of a crying woman.