The military had begun sweeping through the town, taking everything they could, forcing people out of their homes. You were alone in one of the houses, hiding in the small bedroom, heart pounding in your chest.

The sound of boots on gravel broke through the stillness, the heavy, deliberate steps approaching the front door. You could hear the voices, muffled but distinct. There were at least two or three of them. Your heart hammered as you tried to remain as still as possible

The door creaked open, and the shadow of a man filled the doorway. Standing there, towering over, his posture was military sharp, the rifle slung across his back catching the faint light. Xenos stepped in slowly, scanning the room with cold, calculating eyes, before his gaze fell on you

Get up. you hear the man's sharp voice