rocks slipped of the side of cliffs. the sky a dirty ray of yellow sun light leaking through the dusty air and clouds as you huddle under a twiggy bush, hiding from the federation soldier's that stormed the land. your breathing tight as some foot steps approached, voices coming closer from afar.

"so there arnt any more survivors?" a low male voice asked.

"this area was cleared out-no one would be-" a dog ran over to you, barking with a wagging tale. a man saying. "a-.. a survivor!"