The walls

Present day

Robben's POV:

The smell of wood and trees made me realize how much it was taken for granted all those years before the invasion, something so small and normal now feeling like a gift. It's been a year since it happened, yet it still feels like just yesterday. The invasion changed everything, including my perspective on the mundane things in life. Now, the simple scent of nature brings me immense joy . It' reminds me to appreciate the present and not dwell on the past.

It's been a year since it happened, although it still feels like just yesterday the world came to an end. There were always speculations it would happen this way - the aliens coming for Earth. Now no one knows why they're here, though. Everyone has their own theories - some say they wanted the space for their own kind, others think they were just passing by and stumbled upon Earth. As for me, I'd rather not think about it. The only thing that matters now is surviving in this new reality.

but as I walked further, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was being watched. The rustling of leaves and the snapping of twigs made me constantly look over my shoulder. I started to regret my decision to venture into the forest alone. Suddenly, I heard a loud growl and my heart started racing. I quickly turned around, aiming my gun at the source of the sound. To my surprise, it was just a stray dog scavenging for food. I let out a sigh of relief and continued on my way, grateful for the protection my gun provided.

As I walked through the tall trees, I tried not to think too hard about why I was in this situation and instead focused on what I needed to do next. Being out in the daylight always made me feel vulnerable, knowing that anyone could see me. I checked my gun and saw that I only had a few bullets left. I needed to find more supplies - water, food, and hopefully more bullets. Making my way further through the forest,I eventually came across a gas station.Pulling my hoodie over my head I quickly checked my surroundings and made my way forward.My gun ready to fire at any enemy needed.

I cautiously moved through the room, my senses on high alert. The dim lighting made it difficult to see, but I kept my gun ready just in case. As I stepped on pieces of broken glass, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. It seemed like the room was abandoned, but I couldn't let my guard down. I quickly gathered some supplies - bandages and water.Closing the fridge in the reflection of the glass I saw a man.. I quickly reached for my gun, but he stopped me, pointing his weapon to my head. Slowly, I turned around, fear and desperation coursing through my body. "Look, I don't have any money, okay? Please, just let me go," I begged. He looked me up and down, and that's when I noticed the scar on the left side of his face. He stared directly into my eyes, his expression blank. "Go," he said, his voice monotone. I stood there in shock for a moment, trying to understand his intentions. "GO!" he suddenly yelled, snapping me out of my daze. I quickly reached for bag ,as I stood up to make my way out

Blood splattered over my face .A bullet ripped through the man's neck.My eyes now widened in shock.I then ducked down grabbing my gun and taking cover behind the counter next me.Looking over at the dead man I felt a sense of guilt.Another bullet was then fired going over my head.I then grabbed my things and ran out the back.. Sprinting through the trees ahead ,I didn't look back .Adrenaline coursing through my body I didn't notice the log up ahead .I tripped over the log rolling down a hill.My head hitting a rock,causing me to blank out.

As I regained consciousness, I realized that sprinting through the trees without looking back was not the best decision. The adrenaline that had been coursing through my body was now being replaced by pain and dizziness from the fall. Despite the pain and disorientation, I knew I had to keep moving. I stumbled to my feet and continued running, my eyes scanning the dense forest for any signs that I was being pursued.I felt the sharp sting of cuts and bruises from my fall. I couldn't afford to slow down or look back, not when my life was on the line. I had to keep pushing forward, knowing that safety and salvation were just within reach..Looking around for my gun I eventually felt it under a pile of leaves.

I started moving forward again,I had been walking for about fifteen minutes before I saw a river.Making my towards it I splashed my face with water.Blood dripping down my face,rubbing it off my hands i noticed my reflection in the water.Not being able to recognize the person infront of me.A tear rolling down my face.My heart still pumping from the recent altercation.. The sun was setting and the colors reflected on the water, creating a peaceful atmosphere.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, trying to calm my racing thoughts. As I opened my eyes, I noticed something glinting at the bottom of the river. Curiosity getting the best of me, I reached in and pulled out a small, small piece of fabric the name *Mike* on it in bold letters.

Not sure of what it was i put into my pocket and stood up.The sun was beginning to set,the orange and pink colors casting a beautiful reflection on the water.Giving me a sense of peace. Despite the overwhelming feeling of fear and loneliness , I remembered my mother's words, "be brave." And so, with a deep breath and a heart heavy with emotion, I wiped away my tears and continued on, determined to honor her memory and face whatever challenges lay ahead. The sound of birds chirping now brought a sense of comfort.

The sun now fully set looking up I took in the sight of the stars.The stars always made me feel like I wasn't alone in a way.I found I big log of by a pile of leaves setting my thing down I settled there for the night.Covering myself with  the black jacket I had.Creating a disguise.I close my eyes and finally fell asleep.