"The year is 2026, the balance between man and power has been greatly fallen apart, and my country has fallen into chaos and war. Four years of fighting has left everyone in the United States in pandemonium. My name is Jason Hernandez, leader of the resistance called The Freedom Fighters, opposing my own countries president. He abandoned his people and marked us as if we were a virus. He took our parents, family and everyone he called "normal". Children have been pulled away from their parents and have been forced to grow up without any real guidance on life. We've been forced to become warriors with a sick sense to feed our urge to kill our enemy for their injustice. Look at what we've become, ruthless teenagers wanting justice in all of the wrong ways for it to be served. A war can turn even the most innocent of a teenager into a blood thirst warrior."
Taking a breath, he continued, "Only we teenagers and children remain, middle school and high school kids remain in the flushed out country of America. The government moved everyone to Canada, leaving us to die by the hand of Mother Nature and the excruciating fate of starvation. We knew better, we rose up. Now, we're fighting back. War has raged through the United States for almost four and a half years, many lives have been lost on both sides, the sad part is those on our side of the war are just kids who haven't been able to live their lives yet. Not getting to grow up and have a nice career choice, not being able to meet the one you're meant to be with for the rest of your life, having to grow up and fight to stay alive at a young age, horrible time have reached everyone here. That's just how life is going right now for United States citizens, this is the highest degree of child/adult rebellion, it should never have to go this far."
"December 31, 2022,
New Years Eve, the beginning of the end. My girlfriend, Kayla, and I were out for a walk in the cool light of the moon. It was a breezy night, holding each other for warmth and safety. Now a days, moments like that don't come around, leaving the hollow feeling of loneliness to spread over the nation every second of the day," he said, feeling anxious to go back.
"I remember telling her, 'I don't think anything can ruin this night.' Now that I think back, I don't really agree anymore. That night is when it all started; no one had even come home from school, work or even the mall. There were signs of a struggle, looks like it hadn't turned out too good (knowing my dad), blood had been spattered on the floor from someone who had been hit with something that must have really hurt. The house felt so empty that night, I missed everyone that night. My only company was Kayla and even she felt the same: lonely. I remember the last radio call; the Revival Act had been put into play. No one knew it was coming, much less understood it. We had all became orphans at that moment."
"Even four years later, I remember that night as if it occurred just an hour ago, fresh fear, still wondering why it had to happen. Now, just thinking about it pours hot, steaming anger into my soul. But anger won't win this war, I feel like I'm fighting a losing battle. Impossible to go home, impossible to see my family, impossible to experience normality again," Jason continued.
When Jason found that everyone had gone into panic, he knew action had to take place. Thank God radios still worked, he thought to himself. Jason found a way to broadcast nationwide that there was hope was still worth a living effort, training needed to take place. "This time the young generation is going to make history in the books, we weren't going to go unnoticed. They knew their duty when the training started, there's no time to be a kid anymore," Jason said fiercely.
When the training officially started, they trained for about six months before everyone was war ready. During those long months, they had all trained with paint ball guns, close combat robots, and thanks to Jason's grandfather's teachings, everyone trained flying helicopter simulations. This improved any hunting skills and tactical skills anyone had before the training, the government were stupid to leave behind supplies, good thing everyone had been scavengers. Jason had watched too many fall over from starvation.
"April 14, 2023,
The beginning of this cruel and bloody war. John Barkley had sent soldiers across the border to kill what was left of us. The attack occurred around midnight to what I remember, catching us off guard. No fair in my eyes, right? Our patrols had come back in few numbers, wounded and spelled fear all over their faces. The fight was coming to us, then, the war began."
Reports had been made of attacks all over the country, many unprepared and caught off guard, but the southern states had shown the most struggle. Cities lost legions of freedom fighters and soldiers had been killed in a matter of days. Right then, Jason knew that this will be the bloodiest war compared to any war in the history of man kind. No war in history will compare to this, this is the beginning of the second American Revolution. This is going to make the Civil War look like a mere street fight.
Jason's night went like this, he was woke by patrols alerting the surrounding schools. Houses were used for scouting points and diversions, but the schools were their main defenses. Jason sent them to the medical room to be patched up before grabbing his M-16 and running to a window to see what he was up against. Surely enough, gun fire was erupting from outside Santa Fe High School.
As Jason had peered out of the window, United States soldiers were bringing hell to his door step, just when he thought they would be left alone. Two were squads coming from the left and right, a few tanks here and there, talk about pandemonium. They had Jason's forces pinned in the school like it was one of the old Lock and Secure drills. Jason felt like his old hamster when his older brother would mess with it, scared, no frightened was the word. He didn't actually think Barkley would do this, and then it hit him. The phone call from the payphone three months before, the psycho had warned them about this.
"I'm surprised you're not dead, brat," he remembered him saying, "It's okay, I'm arranging a way for peace. You'll find out soon enough."
That's when Jason knew he never meant for peace, just the death of the remaining children he thinks aren't fit to live in the villages in Canada. That was fine by Jason, he wasn't going down without a fighting. Just as the attacks were beginning to press, Jason had signaled a team of sharp shooters to thin out their forces. Slowly yet surely, they started to fall back, weeks of fighting and both sides were exhausted. New Mexico wasn't the first to get attacked, in fact, this all started just off the coast of Los Angeles, California. This was quickly spreading through out the country like a fast acting, deadly virus. Jason knew from the start that after the war was over, half the population will have gone with it. Hope may just be their deadliest weapon, even more lethal than hatred.
Four years since everything begun, four years without the protection of their parents, four years fighting for their lives, their homes, and their families. Jason's army was as grown up as it got, learning skills their parents were suppose to teach them. Hunting, taking care of themselves, and staying alive. When the country was left with them, starvation started to over come a lot of the refugees. Fights broke out every day just trying to stay alive. Until they started learning those skills, it was chaotic, everywhere.
Now, Jason considered this rebellion the best thing that's ever happened. He's proven that they're stronger than they think, that their parents actually did teach a lot of them how to live. Yet, even though they've made it this far, Jason still doubted their strength in numbers and fire power. They didn't have tanks, jets, or nuclear missiles. What confused him the most is how even though they've fought for a long time, that they haven't blown the nation off the face of the earth, leveling everything in it's path, especially after how much trouble Jason's forces have caused. Jason always gets this gut feeling that winning isn't all Barkley wants, he feels he wants to personally execute the leader of the rebellion, Jason.
August 23, 2026,
School would've started for Jason and Kayla, Jason actually misses school now. He misses his friends, the fun classes, even those really mean teachers who nag all the time. They were always told that education is their main priority, he could seriously disagree, big time.
"Here's a description of my day today, I'm in New York fighting in ice cold rain, darkness eats over the city of Manhattan, bullets smashing into everything around me. Best of all, military tanks have our flattening everything in its path as they plunge through the streets, blowing away scores of freedom fighters," Jason said sarcastically. "Not my best day, exhaustion is setting over everyone in the city. As far as I can tell, we're getting our rear ends handed to us. Usually this is a day where school would be starting almost everywhere in the country, but right now; we're fighting a war that shouldn't have started in the first place. Not the kind of day you would expect to get up to."
Since the day this war started, it's normally been either hot, cold, or just a plain sunny day for a war. Usually that depended on where the fight was and on what the weather would be, it's not the typical sunny day where someone can see for miles around. It was pouring like Niagara Falls. Cold, wet, miserable, and just sucks. Rain, Jason wouldn't mind any day, but it's pretty much intolerable to everyone in New York. Even Kayla hates it and she loves the rain. This is not the kind of weather Jason wants to be fighting in during full scale war.
Jason was running to the command post to check up on the status of the battle, probably not very good like always. Dodging bullets wasn't as easy as it looked in the movies; it's usually very nifty and extremely hard. Screw special effects, this is the real deal, Jason thought. The walls of the Empire State Building of Manhattan, New York that had once been so pleasant to look at were splotched with bullet holes and openings big enough to make someone think they were entering a cave. The explosions from grenades and other assortments of war that go boom have left rather large openings in the walls. Maybe the people of New York won't hate us if we win this war. Everything will have changed when this war is over, no one will forget this for generations and generations to come, Jason thought.
Jason walked into the room where we met to discuss their war tactics and strategies, everyone was yelling at each other. This was his everyday work meeting theoretically speaking, there's no such thing as peace anymore. As soon as Jason walked in, the room went quiet, just enough to hear the faint sound of the thunder storm pound at the structure around us. Electricity of anger hung around the room, soon followed by embarrassment, the two things that don't need to come up in times of war. Determination and reason is what is needed for war, they knew that too. It would've been nice to have my dad here, he'd take charge like a real leader, and we're all still just kids with an angry fire to fight, Jason thought.
"Status report," he asked so the silence wouldn't hang around.
Just as Jason had hoped, Kayla spoke up, "They're breaking through our front lines with heavy artillery and captured the Madison Square Garden, Central Park, and quickly working their way here."
Disappointed, he said, "How many lost?"
She had an angered expression as she replied, "We've lost three squads, four sniper teams, and two of our field medics."
"What are they using to break the front lines?" Jason asked, trying not to seem too down about what might come next.
"Heavily armored tanks, not even our high powered rifles can pierce the hull."
Everyone seemed to know what to feel, because he was feeling it too: fear. All of them were afraid of losing this war, they all know the consequences if they did lose. If Barkley wins the war, he'd have every single one of them publically executed. They all knew Jason was determined to win, and they knew how bad all of everyone just wanted to go home.
"Load up, Michael, get sniper team two ready. Kayla, be ready to hack into their main frame, I want all of their systems fried and try to get all of the information they have," Jason ordered, ready to get this on the road. "Orlando, get your assault team and head through the tunnels. Scope the enemy base camps when we get their locations. When I give the order, sneak through there and plant some C4, haul ass and wait for the order to send it into flames. Everyone else, get your things and rendezvous at the in the Upper East Side apartments and wait for our next move. Let's move!"
Everyone seemed eager to get out of that room, Jason wouldn't blame them and within a minute, all of the equipment had been packed up and everyone cleared out. Kayla, Orlando, and a few other people were in his tactical team so they've always stuck close. It would've been a lot better if my brother Nathan were in this. He and I made the best team during the paintball competitions and made the most interesting match if we were against each other. We've practically done everything together. It just made Jason miss the old days even more. They would have won this war if his dad had been able to stay; he knows just about every war strategy there is to know. If he's fighting for Barkley, the rebellion is pretty much screwed.
Jason was running to the lobby when he got a radio call from Michael, "The tanks have broken the front lines and their forces are coming on the Empire State Building fast!"
The faint sound of the explosives shells being blasted out of the barrel could be heard from downtown, they were definitely coming on them hastily. The wave of enemy bullets was getting much closer than it had been. Things were getting out of hand really quick, not the way things should go to have a good outcome. I could see faint shadows creeping through the unforgiving downpour from Hell; they were trying to sneak in through the back door. Time to send these puppies to a good home; we're going to give them a little surprise. I would say this will make them have to change their pants just thinking about it.
"They're in the lobby! We can't hold them much longer, we have to fall back!" a kid named Charles called through our radios.
"Just get out of there, take as many of them down on your way up. Don't let them overpower you," Jason replied, his rule is no child is left behind in this war. "Keep them back as long as you can, we're on our way down. Just hold out a little bit longer."
Jason and his team were flying down the stairs, three steps at a time, rifles poised to kill. Thunder was shaking the building which only made things more intense than it already was. Things weren't looking good for them today, they would be lucky to get out of this in one piece. They stopped at the end of the stairwell; everything could be heard through the door. Explosions, rapid gun fire, the screams of those taking the fall, even the gut wrenching sound of a bullet ripping through the skin of a person. The smell of blood was enough to make someone just want to run and puke. Then it all stopped, the world seemed to stand still before the explosion knocked everyone back. Jason flew back and hit his head on the rail, dazed, forgetting what was happening. He forgot where Kayla had went, scared, he called out for her but got no reply. On pure instinct, Jason unsheathed his side-arm, phasing in and out of consciousness. Quickly, he started to lose touch with the world and was out like a light due to the hit to the head.
"Kayla?" Jason called out, quickly regaining consciousness. "Where are you?"
Where's my rifle? he thought to myself. Where did everyone go?
No one appeared to be around the area other than the bodies that lay, lifeless, on the ground next to the door and on the stair well. They may have thought Jason was dead and left to save themselves. Come back for the body later, that's what they usually did in case the enemy was nearby. Unlike Barkley's forces, Jason's forces bury their dead and save their family pendants for when the war is over. Finding their parents on the other hand is another story, telling their parents are the hard part. I'm sorry miss, but your son didn't make it. He served well and fought with great honor. Jason couldn't imagine what it would be like to go through that, but many parents will.
Jason grabbed his friend's rifle and his notebook along with everyone else's that didn't make it. Blake was a good fighter, I can't let this go unexcused, Jason's friends will be avenged the way a war will allow it to be avenged. Jason knew that it isn't going to be fun to tell his sister, Captain of squad 18, she's going to be pretty angry, distressed, lost, and alone. He was her only family that stayed behind when this started. She's going to be the one wanting revenge, most likely she's going to get it. Everyone all will, but Jason's cards end with him putting a bullet through Barkley's head.
Kayla took Jason's earpiece to ensure that the enemy doesn't use it to listen in to their radio chatter ,he on my own for the time being. She also took his ring that symbolized their relationship, the ring of Infinity. She believed Jason truly was gone, Jason knew she wouldn't be taking this too well and mowing down wave after wave of enemy forces to avenge me. Without any communication to Jason's team, he has to listen for the gunfire, follow it to them and hopefully take the enemy by surprise and catch them from behind if he's lucky. By the looks of it he was out for maybe half an hour, no wonder they thought I was dead, Jason thought. Either way, this dead man is coming back to protect his friends.
Let's hope I haven't missed too much of the fight. I don't want to miss all the action, this is just the beginning, he thought to himself, quickly climbing the stair well hoping to find them. Jason doesn't want anything happening to anyone on his team, they are like his brothers and sisters other than Kayla, him and his team go way back to elementary and junior high school. Jason knows that no one can replace them and he doesn't want to find out if anyone can. I hope I can find them in time, he thought as he raced up the steps three at a time. I can't get lost here, otherwise you can consider me as one of tomorrows lost, and not the holy chizz I'm in here, but the dead kind of lost, he thought to himself.