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2020 Audio Logs #6: The Party I wish I wasn't invited to
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Private Elijah Wells
April 11th, 2020
Somewhere on the outskirts of Ohio

After our defeat in Dayton, we celebrated. But I wasn’t celebrating with my fellow soldiers, I was tied up as Urags celebrated their victory.
We got Tobias on a truck with a few other civvies and sent him off to New Mexico, but we still had work to do after that. We hit them hard for a while, but they hit ten times harder, pushing us back, and pinning us down, till we had no option to retreat. But, clearly, the Urags weren’t about to let that happen. They amplified their attack, bringing in Juggernauts, Brutes, mechs..they fragmented our forces, scattering us all in different directions. My direction, however, ended up with me waking up, in the middle of a group of Urags.
I blinked furiously, desperately trying to convince myself this was just a nightmare, nothing more. But my attempts were to no avail; the sound of the Urags speaking was real enough.
They’re victory ceremonies were clearly nothing like our own. Instead of celebrating, they rounded up all the prisoners they captured in the battle, and tore them apart with their bare hands. I swayed, suddenly feeling very sick, as two Urags fought over a man’s entrails.
“Eh shall weer tes like ay necklace!”
The Urag in gray armor pushed his partner away. “Eets mine!”
The silver helmeted Urag spun around, a large blade in hand, and beheaded the other with swift precision. He didn’t even bother watching as his partner fell, just turned around to continue ripping up the dead soldier.
After a few minutes, they howled in contempt, they’re red eyes fixed on the mess of gore that used to be a man.
“Theese un’s done, Makto. That ‘unger ‘un is still eelive, he’s next.”
That was obviously me, as they gripped my legs in they’re claws, and threw me on the ground, a knife in the clutches of the silver one. They grinned in delight.
“Theese ‘uns young. Yoong flesh cuts neecer.”
I closed my eyes, and waited for them to tear me to shreds.

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