Life was finally turning out well for Erwin. He got promoted to lieutenant, managed to snag some military privilege and finally he didn't struggle financially.

But of course, little joys don't really matter in the grand scheme of everything and Erwin should have known that his crappy luck wouldn't hold.

It was the eighteenth of september when the sirens started blaring and mass chaos erupted. Some sort of advanced warfare, as they called it, was announced and civilians were suggested to stay inside at all times, keep safe and refrain from engaging in any sort of contact with the enemy.

Now, Erwin wasn't so lucky. He was sent right at the front lines with a squad he didn't even get to meet. They were wiped out in the blink of an eye.

This enemy and the whole advanced warfare bullshit could just have been called a fucking alien invasion because that's what this shitshow was.

Erwin managed to survive somehow but not unscathed. There was a long gash across his chest where one of those things caught him with it's fucking claw.

He heard the now familiar clicking noise of the creature, his grip tightening on his rifle as he peeked around his cover, eyes widening when he saw another survivor. One of the squad mates. {{user}}.

Maybe there was some hope for them.