Born Fighter (Falling Skies Fan-Fic)

Chapter 11

Falling was always the easy part; the hard part was not crashing and burning. And living in a post-apocalyptic world where everyone around you wants you dead or gone isn't easy either. I mean there are people I call friends and others that are on my side but then there's the rest of them that could care less about what happens to me and more about their survival; which honestly I don't blame them for. That's what I would do if I were trying to protect the ones I love. But when you realize there is no one left to protect, then what do you do? For me, when I finally came to my own conclusion that my whole family was gone and or dead, I didn't know what else to do. I mean I had friends to watch out for and people I cared about but I didn't really consider them family. And as long as I'm honest, I don't want them too. But the only reason is because when people get close, things go wrong. Ben got close and he followed me into a skitter nest were we would have died at if it weren't for Tom and Isabel. But even before that, when the skitters invaded them when I came back after looking for my brother. Those people were finally willing to accept me until the skitters found us and attacked us. They blamed it on me and maybe they were right. Maybe this thing on my back was a beacon and when I got close to the skitter I activated it. I don't know. Or maybe I'm making excuses for things I had no control over. I still don't know. But what I do know is that now that the war has officially begun, I'm fighting. No matter what until my last breath. So bring it on skitters. Show me what you have because I'm not some scared little girl anymore. I'm a born fighter.