New Work (still unnamed) by Dragonslayer

The world around me was dead. Darkened masses of what once were skyscrapers scattered the land before me. Fire still raged in many area’s of the city. The dead littered the street in every direction one could look. The sky way above seemed to be covered in dark shapes, way above the view of the human eye. But many of the people that stood below them already knew who they were. The creatures that no one wanted to speck of. And whose name hasn’t been mentioned in the many years of fighting.
Once the people of Earth knew the reason for the war. Now, no one truly remembers. They’re many different story’s of the start of the war. One says that the being’s came from above, and tried making peace with the humans. But after many years grew tired of waiting, the humans finally decided to decline the treaty, and wanted to be isolated from the rest of the galaxy. The beings from above did not like this, and attacked with great ferily, and killed millions.
The other story is that they came without warning, and destroyed the White House in the former United States of America, and kept on destroying anything that was in their way. Most people favor this story, but many still say it went some other way. But no one can remember what it exactly was. Now the humans just fight for their very survival.
As time goes by, fewer and fewer humans are alive to keep the fight going. But they fight none the less. It would mean the end of the human race if they don’t keep trying. And so we keep pushing forward, hoping and praying that we can survive long enough to force the invaders off from our planet. But some do not believe this. These few have already given themselves up to the enemy, and are at the moment being used as slaves. And rumors have it that they are being killed off after they are no longer useful to them.
Man has no where to look except for themselves. Other alien species have come along to try to give man aid, but have also been completely overrun by the name-less ones. The last species to try to help us were the Nyorv. They were at least 7 feet tall on average, with a peak of a bird, but a body of a human. They were gentle, but very fierce when they needed to. But the name-less ones seemed to be able to defeat them as well, even though they were winning at one point. After the Nyorv were defeated, the name-less ones decided to take out their anger on the humans that supported the Nyorv. Half the remaining villages were wiped out in two days.
Now the humans have scattered to the mountains, and to the caves that can be found. The remaining humans in the once Turkey have hid in the old cities underneath the ground. They have decided not to fight the name-less ones anymore, and just defend their terrority at all costs. Most of the human race disagree with their decision, but have not tried to force them to fight. It would be considered a waste of resources.
“Scott, what are you doing?” one of the elders asked Scott, as he walked towards him. “You know that writing anything will never survive to the next generation. If there is even a next one…”
Scott put his writing pad down, and looked up to the elder, who’s name was Rick. He was different from everyone else. Everyone thought he just came from a different part of the island, but Scott had discovered that Rick came from a place called ‘United States of America.’ The books around the village did not explain what this place was, or where it was even located. But it does mention a great empire that once existed.
“I know, Elder,” Scott said, while pushing his food bowl away from himself. “But I feel that if I do not write down our history, than who will? Who will remember what happened here?” Scott kicked a piece of rock out into the fire not that far from himself. “The name-less ones? Of course not. We would be completely forgotten if it was up to those monsters.”
Rick sat down next to Scott, and picked up a stick that was lying on the ground. He started poking at the fire, making it raise higher than it was before. “You shouldn’t let your fire die down like that if your trying to read or write.”