Open your phone and look at the last text message you received . Then use this in some way in your following piece .

`` Sir. The Northern Tower has fallen. Twelve dead. No survivors.'' 
 
 The words stung the Captain's ears. His lips twisted into a scowl, and his hand slammed onto the desk. 
 
 `` Damn. Damn them to hell.'' He whispered. The drones always evoked this response. He hated those bolted men. They took his memory, they took his family, and now they were taking his men. 
 
 The Captain began to shake. His last defenses firing off one by one, as the enemy inched closer and closer to his compound. He could hear the screams of his men as they fell, fighting the last war. The last humans, trying and failing, to defend themselves against the machines. 
 
 The man sat down, taking a swig of the whiskey. He tried to think of other options. He tried to formulate a plan that would lead at least a few of his civilians to safety. The compound was strong, but only with soldiers to defend it. Without them, it would be massacre. 
 
 The Captains eyes widened with dread, the only solution suddenly clicking into place. It was a last resort, only to be used if the drones had an imminent victory. The solution he had sworn he would never use. Action 5. 
 
 `` CALLOWAY.'' The man called. His grisly military voice echoed throughout the metal walls. He was sure it was the last time it would. 
 
 One of the young soldiers hurried into the room. His name stated Calloway, and he snapped to attention. 
 
 The captain raised his brow at the boy. And immediately he understood. The room had a desolate air, and the screeches of humans dying at the hand of metal rang throughout the room. The young man nodded. 
 
 `` Should I call, sir?'' He asked. His voice low. 
 
 The Captain turned away and stared out the dusty window, a tear rolling down his face. He took another swig of whiskey, realizing that humanity was on death row. 
 
 `` Should I call?'' He private asked again. This time It was brusque, as If he realized how dire the situation was. 
 
 `` Mm.'' The captain said. Waving his hand. `` And go spend time with your family. What's left of it.'' 
 
 The Private cleared his throat and left the room. Seconds went by and a siren went off. They had ten minutes. Ten minutes to say good byes, ten minutes to kiss children's tears away, ten minutes left on earth. 
 
 The captain took the last swig of whiskey as he heard the first building detonate. And as he died, the last words he heard rang through his head. `` Should I call?'' 
 

