LV-426, most consider it a barren rock in the bum-fuck middle of nowhere. We however, called it Hadley's Hope, our home. What's left of it anyway. Shit hit the moon sized fan after Russ got back with an alien attached to his face. And thus, descended the apocalyptic shit storm upon us.

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The screaming stopped next door, I guess that means it's my turn now. This was Brad Lydecker speaking. Let it be known that today, 3rd of July 2179, was Hope's last day

This is a one shot. Pregens will be provided