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Chapter 7: All Hope is Lost-

Things were going as planned. I learnt a lot about the S.C.P. since the last time I got here.There were an Estimated population of 200,000 people in this county's S.C.P. However, this is only beaten by S.C.P. Area 2, with an estimated population of an astronomical 100 million people. That is the S.C.P. for the County called "British Autonomous Region of Tibet", spanning well over 1M acres in size.

Screw whatever I just said in my head, I was thinking of confronting Dominator as we should, and my dad is also coming with me, commanding his army of 50,000 elites in battle(he used to be the army commander of the Delta Infantry Division). This is not going to be an easy task, so wish me luck.

As I stepped out into the barren wasteland of the Most Serene City of Wadonia, so did the thousand battalions that followed me, with Commandant Smithe standing proudly in front of all of them. Dominator finally showed themselves, but not with what I'd expect: They seemed as though they were oppressed heavily in battle, instead of any horrendous capabilities this monstrosity is able to do. Through their melting mouth, I distinguished out the words "So, what do you want, humans? Meet me later. I have more important things to do than" but it was cut short by the hailstorm of shells and gunshots. I tried to stop the ruthless army from attacking, but I figured out quite quickly I'd be better off saving myself whilst I can. And I was right. Straight after the sudden barrage of bullets, a lethal blast of shockwaves knocked me out, and when I woke up, there were nothing but ashes and possibly one hundred, if not one thousand dead men on the floor. The rest was gone. It was a calm night, yet nothing calm had happened the previous day. I stood up, but fell down from exhaustion after 3 days of non-stop training before the initial one-sided battle with Dominator. After what seemed like hours of falling down and tries, I managed to get on my feet. The terrain around me was set ablaze, and flattened, to say the least. As I scanned the surroundings, I felt a shudder: inside one of many men lying down on their stomachs dead, there was John Smithe, my dad. I cried, and cried, and cried inside my heart. He's gone now. I thought. Just then, Dad moved a single inch, and I shut my mouth up. Right before my eyes, he was reincarnating as though there was some magic going on, and he bursted out laughter: "I-I-I NEVER thought you'd fall for that, Aaron! Hahaha!" and I stood there staring at him, embarrassed as to being caught red-handed crying in front of my very dad.

"Where are the others?" I asked. I can see the overt change in his looks. "About that Aaron, we're going to talk about that back inside the S.C.P., follow me." "Alright, Dad." And he led me into a rock with seemingly no special properties whatsoever. "Exterminator, open." Said my dad. The rock moved a bit, and soon enough, there was a damp tunnel leading to a bright light, which I can imagine is the S.C.P..

Back in the S.C.P., I finally told my dad about the other kids hiding in the District 8 Emergency Evacuation Zone (DEEZ), and his face dropped to a point it felt like it would fall out of his face. "They did WHAT?" "Ay calm down here pops, they're safe, we just need to evacuate them, AGAIN." He seemed relieved. And soon enough, I told him the plan-something big, unreal, but might actually save the world-a full on invasion, codenamed Operation Excavation.

This.

Will be the hope of the future of humanity, and all life forms alike.