Journal
Entry 1, 9/25/2604, 23:46

Ever since I got left behind I’ve scavenged, killed, and hunted. I want that to change. No one remembers me, thinks of me, or considered me a threat. So I became the shadow of 101st. Never had to fire my weapon until I got left behind, and now I’m beginning to have feelings of resentment of the UNSC and my fellow marines. Maybe I can find some slice of heaven in this hellhole. I thought, and explained to whomever is reading my journal (you) and warn you of the horrors beyond Requiem. Do not venture further, It means certain death. My men and CO’s died for some shelter, forgot the name of it. Maybe I can find salvation in a shelter that was abandoned and forsaken due to unknown causes (at least unknown to me). Well, I guess I should get some sleep. Long travel tomorrow. Glad I found damn Mongoose…

HELMET CAM: LIVE FEED (REC) 9/26/2604

“Yeah! Man, Mongoose’s were the best part of this damn Corps!”, screamed Dawn as he sped through the never ending Urban Jungle and ocean of wasteland. “Hey, since I’m recording, what if I did stunt jumps and you guys felt like having fun with a first-person cam of spinning in circle and going upside-down in half a second? No?!? Too bad!” Dawn had yelled as he hit the gas and hit a makeshift ramp and did a barrel-roll and stuck the landing.
“Hey, hold on a sec. I think I saw movement up ahead. Get ready to see a fight! Come out ya bastards!” The cocky red and lavender ODST shouted and was met with heavy plasma fire and shouts in some alien gibberish. A few of the aliens began rushing Dawn, but were met with “Shotgun Rain”, his classic shotgun chambered in 12. gauge. Two shells did the job on them, but there was an excessive 5 dished out from the total 7.
As the fire stopped from both groups, Dawn vaulted over the cover he had taken and bum rushed the enemy head on.
“Arrrghhh!” Dawn fell, for he had smacked with the butt of a beam rifle. Although the melee attack did not kill or knock the ODST onconcoius, which we had been thankful for. He drew his suppressed classic MP7 with red dot sight and sprayed the cunt down with 9x19 rounds. The purple blood splattered out of the alien and onto Dawn’s armor. Hell, the rounds straight up eviscerated the alien.
“Motherfuckers, stained my armor. Guess I’ll just mozy my way back to my Mongoose and cheese it before some other dick-wads show up to investigate.” With that remark, Dawn kick-started his Mongoose and sped off in a fury.
“Man that was exciting. If you’re wondering why I have my helmet cam on, it’s because I watch these recordings for entertainment that doesn’t end until I die or my helmet shit’s itself. I also have an old-ass fucking iPod 5th generation loaded up with some classics. You know, for a six hundred year old piece of shit, it’s still kickin’. Even the old-ass Iron Maiden still sound good!” He shouted as the iPod had kicked on began “2 Minutes to Midnight”, a truly good metal song from Iron Maiden. Some of the 1980’s best.
*8 hours later…*
“Ugh, man I need to eat… but I’m here! At the extraction point! Or the ratty fucking bomb shelter that was rumored to have good shit in it like guns, armor, AI, ammunition, food, and even clean water. Man this better be good.” The malnourished and maltempered ODST vented his anger, but was interrupted by an unexpected alien ship flying in through the atmosphere.
“Looks like I’m forced to go inside!” Dawn said with some sarcasm but really meant it. He began to hack the lock on the door and it suddenly fell over, on the platform and slid all the way down the stairs. “Magnificent door hinge technology!”He stepped inside and walked all the way down the steps and found an open vault door. “No movement, looks deserted, looks my new home. Just gotta repair this here door then I’m covered 8 ways from Sunday!”
After an extensive amount of scouting and welding, the bomb shelter was fit for the protection it once offered.
“Alright, I’m to find the cafeteria in this bitch. I am starrrvinnnngggg…” He said as he wandered throughout the entire vault talking about food, and eventually the metaphorical mouse found his literal cheese. And the liquor stockpile…
47 and a half hours later…
“Dammmmmmn…. I’m hungover…” The Jimmy-ruffled ODST mumbled and rolled off the medical bays gurney he had been stair surfing with and grabbed the last un-openned bottle of 594 year old Jack Daniels whiskey. He made his way to the Armory/Storage Room.
“Huh, storage room too. That shouldn’t be right. May as well…” With that final comment, he opened the door and stepped inside to find a giant rectangle in front of him with the center glowing bright gold and purple.
“What the fuck? Did I drink to much? Oh well, may as well walk into the armory and grab a few things armor wise.”
After 3 hours of rummaging through boxes of old power armor, he found the suit. Some old ODST Armour with the American flag on it with a skull painted on it, colored exactly like his armor, except shinier.
“Damn nigga, you pimp!” Dawn said looking into the mirror. He then made his way over to the glowing box.
“What are you? Some kind of portal? Well, only one way to find out... ALONS-Y!”
Damn fine discoveries and reference for today but let’s go! Thought the excited Dawn, but his camera filtered out and shutoff.
The only thing Dawn felt was his left side burning and his right freezing and the sudden urge to murder someone… but to bad of a feeling to kill. He also felt stripped of his soul…

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