[center][h1][b]McKenna Fisher[/b][/h1][/center][hr] The whole base seemed to be getting a bit bigger than how it originally was, when she had first arrived. It had been five, nearly six years since the invasion began, and McKenna still didn’t feel that time has exactly moved. Being one of the more younger, smarter yet troubled Athenians, she has been one of those who has gained an impressive level of independence and maturity. That way, no one would mistaken her as someone who [i]appeared[/i] to be that young. 

More and more families have been coming in over the years; some orphaned, some not, therefore Bunker Athena has continued to expand the more survivors and supplies came in. She was only sixteen years old when she decided to take part in the Resistance. After learning about her inquisitive background, along with a display of strength, stamina, smarts qualified for a soldier, through a few examinations and tests, she was given quick clearance. 

After having a tube in her arm for several days, McKenna felt the dramatical change in her physical and mental condition: She was stronger than usual, and her own mental capacity has expanded. After a few years, she was more than capable to take part on the battlefield between humanity and alien. 

The only thing she had managed to salvage was a picture of her mom Erica, stepfather Henry, and little half-sister Hailey, who would have been twelve today. Her mother’s previous marriage to McKenna’s biological father was a total clusterfuck. Having to be molested at a young age, her mother finally managed to file a divorce, and marry a new man; a much better man, who treated his wife, McKenna, and Hailey as his sweethearts. He also took the time to take on hunting trips in the backyard. However, the invasion was too good to be true, and the parasites have managed to reach them one night while she slept. She only managed to fend her way out of the house, grab her hunting gun, and be eventually found by rescue patrol. 

McKenna lightly smiled at the image in her hand, as she stood by herself in the Athenian headquarters. Hearing voices, she quickly folded the photograph and crossed her arms; her dark-brown hair draping the sides of her face. “For them, a child would be a lot harder to catch, since they’re smaller. Perfect for evasion”, she spoke up, as she stepped up towards the table a bit more, calm and clear-headed as always.