"Audio log number... what number is this? It could be ten, it could be one hundred. But does it matter? I don't think so. So much has happened in my life. So much. I know that has been said countless times, and it's becoming a bit cliche, but it's true. First the attack on Armistice, then the training to become an ODST, then getting drafted into Project Freelancer. What happens next? Does anything happen? The Freelancers here at the Project aren't really a team. Some are, but others... They are more concerned about the leader board, what place they hold. Some more than others. I feel something coming. I don't know what it is, but... I know it's bad. It's just that feeling that everyone gets when something's going to happen. It's impossible to put down in words, but you know it's there. I just want to know what it is,"

*falls to ground*

The back of the ship that had destroyed her life was the only sight she would see before she let her eyes slip shut with only one thought in her mind. How could everything be taken away from her in one day?