That was it. Ariel knew it from the moment the sky turned red like blood.

His group had done everything they could to survive, used every resource, every option, taken every path, but now, sitting on the bathroom of a ruined building with a broken leg, he realized what he didn't want to admit outloud.

Their planet was dying and everyone had thought that invading a new one would be a good idea. He himself had supported the idea, even though Amil told him it was a mistake, that he was condemning an entire race.

Ariel had called him by all the adjectives, thinking that the boy, at the age of 20, was a coward. Now, he felt the air of that planet disintegrating his suit. Soon, he would run out of oxygen, the air will melt his suit, poison his skin, to turn into a bunch of bones.

In 24 hours, his body would regenerate and hunt his companions. With eyes as red as the blood he would covet.