Written by: Adam “ManKorn” Korenman, CC2K Video Games Editor
12 October 2015 / Granite Peak / X-COM
It’s been a few days since we came back from the command ship. Every muscle in my body still hurts from wearing that armor for so long. It’s lighter than a bomb-suit, for sure, but not by much. Doc says I’ve been making a lot of improvement since the early months, so that’s a good thing. I suppose I should feel relieved, but somehow I just don’t.
There are still sporadic attacks, though they come much more infrequently. A UFO here, an abduction there. Nothing we can’t handle. Around the globe, panic about the situation has dropped significantly. People are no longer worried about death 24/7. Another win.
I wish I could put this concern better, but all I can say is that something doesn’t feel right. I think we are celebrating too soon.
I think they’re not done with us.
Corey says I’m paranoid. Sam and Chris agree. I can tell Scott’s on my side. He won’t voice it–doesn’t want to start an argument–but he feels it too. The wind is blowing in our direction, and there’s a pretty foul smell coming along.
I’m not ready to go back out. I tell the men it’s about putting new soldiers on the line to get some experience, but really it’s because I’m scared. I’ve fought in more battles than I can remember, and we’re barely into this war. To put it bluntly, I don’t think I’m going to make it out of here alive.
And I don’t know how many more of my friends I’ll bury before this is done.