Creative Writing: The Witch Hunt

It was the year 2517, and it had been thirty-one years since a human had been on planet Reach. Thirty-nine years earlier, it was attacked by the covenants, an intelligent alien race. Reach was a planet like Earth, but Earth was lost a long time ago due to the covenant.
“Cortana, anything on the radar?” said John.
“No,” responded Cortana. Cortana paused as she saw the radar start to blink red. “Hold on! There’s a re-con team heading our way.”
“How many?”
“Three.”
John ran behind cover and waited for the three covenants to walk past him. Without detecting John, they walked by. John walked behind the last covenant and cut its throat. The two other covenants jumped, turned around, and opened fire on John. John used the enemy’s body that he just killed as a shield against the incoming bullets while opening fire on the covenants, killing one. The other covenant fled for cover, so John moved up, opening fire, once again hitting the cover the covenant was behind. John ran out of ammo, so the covenant took that as an opportunity to open fire back at John. John sprinted towards the covenant, dodging bullets that flew towards him. John hit the covenant in the
He learned enemy troops were being deployed to destroy all life forms on Reach. He felt a sudden pain in his arm, as if he’d been hit in the arm with a sledgehammer multiple times. He felt full of hatred and regret. John fell into a nightmare, and he envisioned the destruction of Reach and what it would be like after the covenant took it over. John knew that he had to make the long journey across the world to a space launch, so he could destroy the incoming fleet. He got in one of the space ships and launched towards the enemy’s ship.
The enemy’s ship started shooting at the rocket, hitting it twice, but the rocket started picking up speed.
“Cortana, is the pod functional?”asked