It happened without warning.

They came in thousands, an endless swarm of bodies crashing themselves at the station. Eventually the gates gave in. What followed was less of a fight, and more of a one sided slaughter. We weren't prepared, none of us.

I have seen my friends and family die before my very eyes, torn to shreds by the schizo horde.

I'm standing on the bridge now, missing an arm and an eye, but alive, barely. Before me is a control panel, a single flashing button on it. Cass is still scrambling around sorting out the details, but once pressed, this will overload the reactors and hopefully blow all of them to hell.

We tried. We tried and we failed. I have failed. I have failed to guide my people on this unknown planet, and in the end, this is our fate.

I can hear them banging on the doors. It won't be long now. But at least I die with some comfort knowing that we won't go down without taking all of these bastards with us.

This is principal Jonathan Mattock, signing off for the last time. May Sana bless our souls.