I can't stop thinking about the terror of an Illuminate invasion

Your planet has been overtaken by the Illuminate. The only sounds you can hear is the quiet hum of the bright, fluorescent lights above you and the other survivors of your colony, and the distant *thumps* of a Harvester. How many are out there? One? Two? More? The streets of your colony are probably teeming with Illuminate by now. You don't know how long you're staying here. You should probably stop thinking about it before your thoughts drown in undemocratic worries.

Your bunker falls silent as the sounds of a patrol grow louder. Terrible, terrible growls and moans, and the indecipherable speech of the commanding Overseer. Your heart pounds in your chest. Certain death trudges past less than 10 meters away.

A loud boom. What is that? Gunfire. Shouting. Dust falls from the ceiling as a fathomlessly loud crash comes from outside. One. Two. Three. No More. More gunfire until all is silent once again.

The door to your bunker opens with a quiet hiss as mist spills outdoors. The Class A Citizens step out first. From what you can hear, they say it's the Helldivers. Sweet liberty! You thought salvation might never come. And you get to see a Helldiver! What an opportunity this is. You think this might already turn out better than it strarted.

25 people have already filtered out of the bunker. The B Class Citizens are next. That means you. As you step out the bunker door, the warm, humid air of your colony planet Hort hits you, contrasting with the air conditioned atmosphere of the bunker. 3 Illuminate ships lay ruined and sparking a hundred meters away.

The Helldiver nearest to you pats your shoulder and directs you to the shuttle bay, ordering you to move along as more colonists exit behind you. It takes a while to process that one of Super Earth's elite just touched you.

Just as you reach the shuttle bay door, your foot splashes into some kind of viscous fluid. Looking down, your shoe is covered in blue blood, as dark and mesmerizing as the sky above the Malevelon Creek Memorial. Out of the corner of your eye lays a Voteless corpse, its mottled and warped flesh tearing the seams of its Super Earth ordained civilian clothing. Its hands have been twisted into grotesque claws. Scraps of hair cling to its nearly bald head, the dull and soulless eyes staring straight into yours. Its faceplate obscures the lower half of its head.

You're too scared to try and put a name to the distorted face. Would you recognize it?

Is there anything *left* to recognize?

The colonist behind you urges you to move along, and that's what it takes to snap you out of it. As you board the shuttle, you're assigned a number. 29.

One more civilian boards the shuttle before it takes off, even though there's space for at least 3 more people. You hear a Helldiver say 'Mission objective says 30, not 31,' and gunfire as the shuttle door closes and prepares for takeoff.

You probably shouldn't worry about it.