Scenarios

Never Any Survivors

I'm on my own in a city full of Covenant. My whole squad is dead. I'm the last one left. I'm not afraid, however. I've held my own for the past day, and I'll hold my own until I can find help. I've killed so many Covenant. The city I'm in reeks of death. Sometimes I'll come across a fresh skirmish. Dead marines and Covenant alike, plasma burns still smoking on the human corpses. But never any survivors. I'll find a surviving squad eventually, I'm sure. I have to. I'll die eventually, if I don't. I've been awake for the past 24 hours. Thankfully I have MREs to keep my hunger and thirst sated. I round a corner and see a Covenant squad ahead. I quickly jump back around the corner right before a grunt turns and sees me. I peek around to see what I'm dealing with. Two elites, four grunts, three jackals. I ran out of ammo in my guns hours ago. I picked up some Covenant weapons and started using those. I lift my carbine and take aim. Shew! Shew! Shew! The jackals fall, their arm-mounted shields retracting. I pull back around the corner again as the grunts start panicking and the elites struggle to regain control. I reload, just in case. I quickly enter the building I'm taking cover behind as I hear the elites approach my hiding spot. I quickly climb the steps upstairs and look out the window. The grunts are cowering in the streets, watching as the elites round the corner I was behind. Shew! Shew! Shew! Shew! Four more dead grunts. The elites quickly come back around the corner and start looking around. I pull out my second weapon, a plasma rifle, and prepare to rush out of my spot. I take aim and start firing as I jump out of the window. It's not that long of a drop. I land on the roof of the car just as I knock out the shield of the first elite. I keep firing until he falls to the ground, dead. I jump behind the car as the second elite finally opens fire. I lean out to take aim, but the elite is nowhere to be found. I hear a scuffle on the other side and whirl around to see the elite standing over me with an energy sword. I don't have time to move before he slashes down, straight into my neck. My death will come quick, I'm already fading. My eyes turn to the sky as I bleed out on the ground. The Covenant always wins. Always finds you. Kills you. And there are never any survivors.