The wind was cold that night .

A lone figure stood on a barren hill, emerald eyes looking at the sky as the wind whistled across the barren fields around her .

She couldn't remember the last time she saw the twinkle of stars in that vast expanse of black .

Those stars that once lit up the night sky, were now for forever dark .

They had been each consumed, one by one, until only one remained .

She turned her head to where the sun was in the sky .

Only half of the once bright star remained, it's light almost completely gone .

The dim glow could barely illuminate the ground where she stood .

Across the surface she could see black veins sprawled like some obscene disease, reducing the star's former splendor to a dull red glow .

It was only a matter of time before the last star would be consumed like the others were, plunging everything into darkness .

Who was responsible?

They did not have a name .

They once did, but none remain who remember .

She is the only one left, and to her they are simply the enemy .

The enemy was responsible for the missing stars, and the extinction of every living thing that once bathed in their light .

Soon, they would be back for her as well .

She did not remember how long she has fought them .

Countless times they came, and each time she was victorious .

But what does victory matter if there is nothing to fight for?

She no longer remembered the faces of the people she once fought to protect .

But she still fought, driven by a single instinct .

Survive .

Across the plains she heard a sound .

The enemy was coming for her again .

She lowered her eyes to the dark field stretching before her .

There they were, stretching horizon to horizon like a black tide sweeping towards her with one purpose; extermination .

Looking closer, you would see creatures that surpass every nightmare .

Twisted flesh and bone conjoined in such a manner that made the mind quake .

Hollow eye sockets in faces twisted by unimaginable horror .

They moved with uncanny grace and speed across the ground, yet eerily silent .

The lone figure watched their approach, her emerald eyes showed no emotion .

She could already feel her survival instinct awakening once again .

Her conscious mind slowly began sinking into darkness as the enemy drew closer .

She knew that she would wake up after it was over, and not a single enemy would survive .