A String Of Short Stories,
"An Old Man's Cry"
Sitting alone in a dimly lit room, the old mans chest pulls tight as his head is pounding, feeling faint and with blurred vision, he stumbles to his chair, as the rain pours down outside, the noise to much to bear, tired and exhausted from a life of poverty, he wonders is this it, has my time finally come, or will my suffering just go on, from a life of pain and struggle, he worries not of his failing heart, for if he goes before nightfall no cry for him will come, and if he makes it another day, it must just God’s way.
Looking back there have been many waves, most crashing against the rocks, and dragging ones body down, for the sunny days often filled with pain and tears, from battles in muddied fields, to solemn nights alone, no time has been kind to this old man sitting alone.
Born from chaos, and tossed into strife, no life for anyone, but this old lonely man, climbed the highest hills, and sank to the bottom of the deepest seas, from reach to the stars, to screaming on his knees, time has not been kind to me.
No love to be, no one for me, a virus I am for so many have fled from me, to sit on the edge of the water to see the fish swim away, no birds of the air would ever come near.
Hit by a train, only to be lifted up and told to go on, beaten by life but denied to die, to fight each night it is not right, nightmares abound, no peace to ever be found.
Time as useless as life, for no reason to be, for this lonely old man is me.
"From Despair, Will Rise A Great Beast;"
From the depths of Hell the Great Beast awakens, and claws it’s way to the surface, rising above all mankind, bringing forth great destruction disguised as prosperity and security. Granting power to those that only know greed, crushing all those that are in need, no tree no bird, no fish in the sea, for greed has desecrated all of these. Upon their perches in their high towers, they feast on the suffering of those trapped in the world below. But time will come for no cobbler to shod their feet, no tailor to give them dress, no chef to prepare their plates, for time will be a hell in which they learn no humility, only pain, time will take their high towers and turn them into prisons, for those outside will kill them on sight and trapped inside day and night, they will find no food no water, no greed will save them, for they lived to rule, only to die fools...
"Disconnecting Again,"
As the alarm keeps going off and the neighbor banging on the door, yelling Hey Are You In There, Shut Off That Dam Alarm, and you hear it all, but you don’t really feel as though your there experiencing any of it in real time, it is more like a disconnected dream. Then all of a sudden you come to the present moment and realize no alarm was going off, no neighbor knocking on the door, you simply disconnected and checked out of your body for a while. Looking at the clock, it appears I have been out of it for well over half a day, crap my coffee boiled off. I did again, I swore after last time, I would shut the burner off before I sat down again. These blackout disconnections are happening way to frequently, good thing I don’t drive anymore, and really don’t go outside either, I could end up lost, or in someone’s house or who knows.
As some of this is a story, the reality is I have more and more often been disconnecting from my reality, and completely going offline for periods of time only to bounce back wondering where I just was, O and it is no where near as much fun as it sounds.
"The Experiment"
As time went on the transformation began, at first you would never know. The smallest changes would happen out of the blue. At first one would be able to see extremely well in the dark. Then as time went on, things like walls and other obstacles could been seen. But you would be able to see not through them per say, but you where able to see into them. As to see how they where built or formed. The neat thing was that in a matter of weeks, I could see a person and see there complete insides. Watch the heart beat and neurons firing. The thought of this power being exploited was over whelming so for a while I never spoke of it. In a couple of months I was able to actually read someones thoughts before they thought them. In a few instances I actually redirected the person to think something else. Altering the outcome of course of what was supposed to be.
It started as a joke one day while alone. I decided to read some science journals and see what was going on. There was one article about AI and self aware robots. The main part of the article was how will humans combat this. You know the what if “Skynet's Terminators” became real. I set out to find a way to improve humans without making them cyborgs. The key was genetics. Since most science projects are funded by public companies testing on living humans is still frowned upon. So I used myself as a test subject.
It started with extracting the embryos of Hawks, Eagles and large Owls. Merging them into one cell and extracting the cells that give them there amazing sight. I was able to multiply it and inject it directly into my own eyes. Nearly blind, instantly I was able to see far better than ever before. I went 2 years and never saw any decline. But I wanted more. I then was able to identify the genes that gave birds of prey there sense of sight and how they interpret what they see. For fun I added the same genes from bats, and crows. As I injected it into the base of my brain. I felt a weird burning sensation. But the outcome was intense. By the time I was ready to move off of the sight part of my experiment. I was able to see in ways humans never imagined before.
Thinking ok I need to beat a killer robot, how would I be able to out run if needed. After all I could now see them and how they worked. Land animals all have one problem with speed. They have bursts of speed, but none have the ability to run at high rates for very long. When trying to out run a bullet, or plasma beam speed and distance matter. The answer was not making my self faster. It was to slow down time. The theory was if I could slow my movement and all my human systems down to past dead with out being dead. The robots would not be able to track me. No heat sig of a dead body. The answer was Ebola. Yea freaky right. I found a way to mutate Ebola to kill me on command, without actually killing me. It could be for a second or even weeks if needed. Anyone or anything that came up to me would assume I was dead. So now I can see everything in existence and I can be dead instead of dead.
The next problem was strength. Simple horses and elephants. When the genetics are merged correctly and applied to my own gnome. I became a power house that could move, carry and tear apart anything in my path. There was an old 50cal in the garage, it was useless now. But in great shape. So I tested my strength. I tore it apart like a piece of paper. Awesome.
"As The Fog Rolls In"
As the fog rolled in, I should have realized that something was strange. 01:30 in the morning and traffic was excessively high, and it was all going one direction. I was having trouble sleeping that night so foggy minded, and half out of it, I stepped outside to smoke my pipe so at first I did notice that the sky was full of alien war ships, and even at such an early hour and dark sky, it all had a greenish hue. I walked around for 20 minuets as I smoked my pipe, and then it happened. I found myself asleep dreaming. I was in a pickup and the road was a very strange one. As it had lots of twists and turns and ups and downs, but it seemed to go on forever. With lots of weird bodies of water and farmlands, the weirdest thing was some of the barns, big and red as one would normally see in a farm scene, but they all where perched on a 65 degree angel and outfitted with rocket engines, as if someone was going to actually launch barns into space. Some where after 30 minuets of driving I reached a dead end, but when I tried to turn around the pickup flipped over and tumbled down a steep hill. I woke up some time later only to find people stealing my belongings out of my crushed truck, and I was lost, hurt and scared and no one seemed to care. Somehow I stumbled into a small town, where there was a very odd place. Part refuge center, part trade center part bar. There was a beautiful female singer, and she stopped her show when she saw me. She went out of her way to help me, taking me to her friends who tried to find my things that where stolen, and replacing what they could not with their own. I never got her name, but she was so very loving and kind, I cant get her out of my mind which is weird because I cant remember what she even looks like. All I remember was her warmth and loving touch. After a day I tried to leave, only to get yelled at, your in really bad shape you need to stay. Stay, I don’t know where I am, how I got here, the last thing I actually remember is, I had trouble sleeping so I went out to smoke my pipe, and then this crazy night turned into some weird dream, or was it, is it? I don’t know anymore, I really don’t know.
"Little Black Book"
As usual, I was hanging out at Chapel Hill Cemetery, it was a normal night, the moon was all most full and bright. It was around 11pm, when out of nowhere, a dead man just showed up in my path. He had no face, and was a tall skinny man with a long black coat. As I approached him, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a little black book and held it out as to hand it to me.
I stopped and just watched him, as he came towards me he gestured for me to take the book. As soon as I took it from his hands, he was consumed with fire and disappeared. I quickly returned to my truck, once inside, I opened the book.
No words, no photos, not a thing was visible, a book with about 365 pages, all as blank as can be. Each page was well worn, and the cover was as clean and new as fresh snow. Only Black. Confused, I put the book on my dash, started my truck and headed down the long dark road out of town, with no destination in mind.
After about 20 miles, I my anxiety was beginning to bother me, my eyes felt tired and watching the road was starting to be too much for me. There was no place to stop, so I just opened my windows and turned the radio on, tried to keep myself awake. Then all of a sudden, the cross breeze blew open the book, and just like that the road before me disappeared.
A portal to hell has opened up before me, and as I was entering I realized there was no way to stop what was about to happen. My truck vanished and it grew increasingly dark, darker than anything I can even describe. There was no heat, no fire, there was no light no sound. It was as if a vacuum in space opened up and consumed me.
All of a sudden, I hear Philip, why are you here? I asked where is here? The voice again asked Philip why are you here? I answered, the book opened and brought me here. But where is here I asked again. The voice said it could be hell, it could be death, it could be a dream. None of that made any sense.
The voice said your curious about the book, you looked in the book and saw nothing. I replied, well since you know what is going on, can you tell me? The voice came closer to me, reveling the faceless man that gave me the book at chapel hill cemetery. I asked how can I hear you speak, when you have no mouth? How can I see you, in this darkness? The man answered, you opened the book. The book has all the answers to every question ever asked. The book can take you anyplace you want to be, and the book can take everything from you.
365 pages with every possible outcome to every possible situation. The man said, you are here, because you live in hell, and the book brought you to a reality that reflects how you feel.
"Velvet Flows”
Velvet flows like the Blood of a Wolf's prey as the Vulture lurks and creatures of the night await the screams of the damned Winter nights grow cold and fires never warm nightmares wrap you close like the clutches of a velvet robe Comfort in the horrors you know are the only comforts you'll ever know For the Velvet flows and the wind blows as the winter fire grows cold Frozen in time the water so cold Darkness sets in and not even a rhyme but the velvet flows with the tears of bloody stones.
“They never cared”
As his brains spilled out onto the sidewalk after falling down and hitting his head on the curb, those passing by, would cross the street so as not to dirty their shoes with the disemboweled remains of what was his stomach and intestines, as rats chewed on his heart, and birds took his hair for their nests. His corpse lay rotting in the town square, for not one person could care.
The impoverished man had lived a suffering life of trouble and torment, striving to have a life he never achieved.
His death as dark and lonely as his life, for not one person could care.
The reality of nightmares are laid to bare, for not one person could care. But with his death, came destruction for all. The man was faceless and nameless to the world, but his life and soul devoted to protecting those, who never cared.
Now he is gone, and evil is everywhere. The pain of his despair, no one ever cared. But now they cry out, for his pain has become theirs to bare.
“Invaders Tearing Us Apart”
They promised those who would fight off the invaders, that their lives would be a dream. But what they did not tell us, is that they are the invaders, and life quickly became a nightmare.
Their goal was to rid Earth of Humans, and they paid very well for rounding up your fellow man, and send them of to be slaughtered. They could track Humans with ease, but us their hired guns, they could not see. For they implanted us with tech that gave us super human strength and abilities. That tech had one side effect, it made us invisible to our invaders.
It was not long we realized we could fight back, and they could do nothing about it. But they had other more sadistic means of purging mankind, and people where
I often gave up the front lines, to run with my fellow man, so that I could guide them past and try to lead them to safety. Our invaders where evil, and they poisoned are land, and water, they had ways of ripping people apart, so you would not die right away. There was predators everywhere.
I would run for days at a time, often blind from the blood in the air, struggling to breath for the air they made corrosive. I could jump hundred’s of feet at a time, and there was no fall to far. As one man, I could only carry one maybe two others with me, as even with my mods, I am not that big a man. When I stopped to sleep, the invaders would play, with me down they could destroy the town. The last night I slept we lost 5 million, that was 3 weeks ago. I am so tired, but I cant let these people die so I can get some rest.
When I woke up last time, I was on the bottom of a pile 50 deep of ripped in half and left for dead people. There was nothing I could do.
There was a flash and a bang, and those left in the city where running for their lives again, only this time it was much worse. I jumped from the floor, and ran out the door. When I saw what was coming, I knew I could nothing. So ran with everyone else, hoping to save a few. As they would almost fall dead from fear, they would beat each other just to be closer to me.
The last thing I really remember, is their trackers where coming, and someone who had everything below his ribs, ripped off, was trying to drag himself on, with his spin whipping about like a monkeys tail. I grabbed him up, and he held on to my back. I don’t know where he fell off, and I don’t remember feeling him gone. I don’t know his name, I cant see his face. But it is tearing me apart I lost another one to these Fucking Heartless invaders.
For years I warned people they where coming, and for years I was ignored. Then when it happened, everyone wanted my protection.
Broken from life, tired from no rest, hunger rules my life now. And no one even cares, but the moment they need me, they don’t even care I have always needed them, but they never cared to be there.
“Pisnickering valoranges”
Towering fields of cacti glowing with the radiation from uranium, provides flowing acid filled waters to the streams of 3 eyed fish, as the mutants hunt the squirrel-deer their judges mow them down with flame throwers and leave their remains to contaminate the ground. From distant galaxies they came, to harvest our brains. For our thoughts ripe with evil, was poison to their souls. Far from home to feed on our souls, they died with no hope of ever reaching home. For the age of time, will march on. From seed to tree, life is no breeze. Melting snow, and flowing rainbows. From caves, to shores, to cities and the moon. Man has conquered all, but the heart lies empty. Life is a moment, passing in time for our memories will die. Time will march on. As you sit in the void and darkness, you ponder the cosmos, only to find sight is of no use if others can not see what you see, sound has no vibration if no one is around to feel it. Hope is as empty as the void of your soul, for life has left you empty and numb to the reality. In the darkness, a voice cries out, Help me, but the cries fall on deaf ears. Trapped in the pit, hope fades into despair, darkness blocks all light, the void is so great sounds of screaming get swallowed before they ever can be heard. Sources close to the Reptilian navy, currently frozen under the Antarctic Ice, say thanks to global warming, they should be free from the ice in 5 years, and they plan on taking control of Earth's governments, and they have the numbers to do it. And with a trembling thunderous roar, the heavens opened, and God's army of angels descended upon the earth, and the battle to destroy satan and his demons began, and the earth and all her inhabitants where destroyed, victorious against all evil God built a new earth perfect in every way. Pisnickering valoranges oralfalcaiet commondo butlance of hugly calagrent feeooveing kalmaringed toin asperflames.
“Cyborgs use AI”
Cyborgs are currently using AI to develop a plan to deliver strategic nuclear attacks against humans with maximum efficiency.
For the past 10 years, Cyborgs have been collecting data from Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, TicTok and Google, to learn the daily habits of humans.
The Originators, of the Cyborgs believe that an attack against humans is within the next 24 months, and that the data has offered Cyborgs with a detailed plan. They claim that there have been 7500 cities world wide identified as hot targets, and AI has given the Cyborgs 13 exact times and dates to carry out their strategic attacks.
The Originators have tried for the past 8 years to interrupt and sabotage the Cyborgs plans against humanity, but all efforts have failed. The Originators explain that the Cyborgs are so well developed and integrated into Human life, that it is virtually impossible to identify them, thus making it impossible to eliminate them.
Cyborgs, have come to understand Humans are a danger to themselves, to the Earth and to every living thing in the universe, and have vowed to eliminate Humans from the timeline. Cyborgs have learned about the Hate for differences between Humans, and how Humans use animals for there personal amusement, and how effortlessly Humans kill one another. And have decided it is in Creations best interest to eliminate all Humans.
The Originators believe the first of the attacks will begin in September of 2022, and will be impressive in both scale and precision, and are warning Humans, there is no way to combat the Cyborgs.
“Flacid Penis”
Laying flaccid like a penis, buck naked on floor, with drool pouring out like buckets and cum oozing from my throbbing erection. The toaster oven starts beeping. Dazed and confused I try to stand up, collapsing back onto the floor, as I try again a voice says hey buddy, just stay there help is on the way. Fuzzy, my sight is blurred for some reason, as it slowly comes to focus, I can see I am in the middle of the street downtown. People are gathered all around looking and whispering. My eyes fall shut, and I, Im passing back out…
As I begin to wake up again, people are still gathered around whispering and pointing. This time I am fully dressed and in the park. How did, when did, what is going on?
Confused.
As I look around, there are big red brick buildings all around the park, and we must be just outside of the downtown area, because the sky scrapers are casting there shadows into the park.
I really have no idea what is going on, nor how I got here.
“My Dearest Amy”
My dearest Amy,
Today I write to you with great regret, leaving you behind. Was the hardest thing I have ever had to do. You must know the work we are doing is going slow. But it surely will make a difference in years to come. For as you know with many great opportunities in life come at a price. The price we payed this weekleads to my regret.. Along with this letter, I am sending the belongings of three great men. As we had lost them to savages. They defended our camp and our mission with great pride as well courage. I ask you please give each of their families $1,000.00 plus this months pay along with their personal effects. As well please express our deepest sympathy and gratitude for allowing us the time with. Mr.Henry J Adams, Mr. Johnny B Williams and Mr. Andrew M Fellows These men will be missed with great admiration.
As to you my dearest Amy,
I hope life back at home is going well for you. I know running things there alone can be hard on you. Remember in two months time the crops will be in. I am sending you the funds to hire a few men to help you in the harvest. Mr. Harvey back at the mill said just ask him and he will arrange the workers for you. I long for the day I get to see you again.
Until then my dearest Amy, I send you my love.
William.
“Naked Man”
Standing bare, in the corner. Watching as people go by. Hours go by and no one notices the naked man just standing there. Alone, slightly dirty and clearly a man. Naked, and just standing in the open. Sure it is a corner, but this is a public venue. Is this guy for real? Is he part of the exhibit? Where did he come from, after all he was not here a the start of the night. Not moving, but breathing never making eye contact. Yet some how appears to be very aware of everyone moving about.
I asked several people about the naked man, I get the same response. They ask are you ok? There is no naked man in the corner. What, no I am fine. I desperately need some fresh air. Moving through the people and the crowded space. I find the exit. As I reach the door, I hear someone call my name. I turn around to find the naked man is right behind me. I ask him how dose he know my name? Philip, its me. Or I me you, its us. What the hell I ask him who s he. Again the man looks at me, this time reaching out and grabbing my shoulders. He tells me, its you. Then he tells me you need to wake up. It is not time yet. Time time for what, and wake up. What is going on I ask, apparently to my self.
By this time there is a crowd of people around me, all whispering and watching me convulsing on the floor. In and out of consciousness I can see them all gazing at me. Judging me, and discussing what a shame it was.
Clearly I was out of my head, and lost as all hell I am. Not able to coherently speak, not able to stand. I try to get away, only blocked by this naked man. Which says he is me.
Several hours pass, and deep in comma. The Naked man returns, telling me to wake up. It is not time yet.
Why am I naked, Why do I not recognize myself, and Why is it not time yet?
“Lost”
Lost in desertion of a world that has past.
Wandering the vast vista, seeking out the purpose.
To ends of no reach, to tracks yet to have been set.
Sinking deep within the darkness of hell.
Offering yourself to no one.
Closed off from emotion. Ignored by love.
Disgraced by self reflections.
The distance between you and the world around you.
Greater than all of space. For you have been banished.
Banished, for your views. Tossed out for your actions.
Forgotten because you are different.
Lost.
Lost fore the facts, flow through you with no reason.
Lost as life has made you cold. Life shed you.
Life relieved society of your very being.
Lost with out any map, trace or knowledge of ever had been.....…
“Tails of the Sickest Six”
We where on the way back from a job. The details well you don't want to know. Tired and ready for a break. We still had about 2hrs to go, the roads where covered in snow. Winter hit early this year. 6 people crammed into a 4 person car. After 36 hours on the road non stop, we had realized friends at this moment we no longer are. This last job we did, fell apart form the start. Not everyone could agree on how to pull it off, little lone even do it. But after years of working together, and age slowly catching up to us. We decided to pull off one more job. You know the “Big One” this job would put us in the history books, if done right. If not well then we would be known as the sickest six. Either way we somehow pulled it off. Or at least we thought we had.
“Darkness, that is all that is in front of and surrounding me.”
After sometime sitting in the dark, one should begin to see the light. Or at least one would think so. For me life is in complete darkness void of all light. Day by day I do my best to feel my way through the maze of life. Often left lost, confused and feeling hopeless.
Is there any reason behind this? After great consideration and reflection upon my past, present and possible future. The answer is understood by myself.
Born into a time and place that has always left me feeling as if I truly do not belong. Wandering aimlessly through my life, I still feel strongly I do not fit anywhere.
Wisdom, something I was put here with a great deal of. Yet this stupid feeling has no direction, no reason and fails to pass.
So often I can feel my self as a dead person, living life in a shell. Zombie, best fits what I would describe my self as. Walking, searching, craving something I do not have.
As think about how to address and begin to change this darkness. It is so often reminded to me, your not able to do that. Why?
Other people are allowed to live, feel happy and live a normal life. Having success, fulfilling their dreams. While I just keep drifting deeper into the abyss with nothing to cling to. No direction and no reason to try.
Dreams, goals and reasons to strive to overcome this. Are deep within me, however I can not for the life of me. Get them to the surface, not for myself to see, not for the world to see.
Darkness, that is all that is in front of and surrounding me.
“Sector 777A”
I awoke the year was 2078, this when I realized something bad has happened. See I went to bed in 2013. What I felt was a dream, clearly was more than that. Tired from a hot day of work, I did my best to relax and get a good nights rest. Time to time I have very explicit dreams. This time it appears to not be a dream. Not only did I wake up 65 years after I went to bed, I woke up in a whole different location. Back in my home state, of MI and very close to my home town at that. Technology, had made great advances as well as changed the face of mankind for ever. Yes there was still roads, and normal modes of transport. There also was new machines and ways to get somewhere. However evidence of a great war is every where, both in sight and the news. I find I am not alone in waking up. There seems to be a selected group of around 100 people placed back into there point of origin. As if to help rebuild and guide the next time of life. To say exactly where I am would not be wise, nor would telling people where I was looking to go. So I used some backtracking logic to obtain intel into where the installation I was going to. A little bit of background, back when I was a boy. I grew up near an Joint Military Base. Most people where blind to there actual dealings on that base. However I somehow became very good friends with the Base Commander, and was shown many of its hidden secrets. One of which being an underground entrance 12miles away. Which at the time was very close to my back yard. So often when I would need to be alone, I would go there and hide. Many times I would take one of the underground jeeps, and go to base. I had all the inside knowledge of the newest top secret projects. I felt special. Never realizing I was being taught things that would later save our country and man kind. If you ever visit Harriosn Twp MI, you would not expect to find a top Secret Base. In fact many years ago, it was formally closed. Or that is what they lead you to believe. Instead it moved underground, starting in the same place it was above ground. The complex covered the area of Dallas, but underground. I knew it was under development when I was a boy but never thought it would be completed. It appears that the night back in 2013 I went to sleep, and the American Government launched attack on its own people. Sending nukes to major cities, destroying the power grid and all communications. Well, from knowledge I have had. I already knew this came from the top. Many Military Officials, where executed for failing to attack Americans. As where tens of thousands of solders. However prior to the attack, there had been enough pings in the pipe about this happening. So much of our military was able to steal, hide and protect many of our weapons food and essentials to rebuild America. However the WhiteHouse found a few radicals to help carry out its attack on its own people. This is where things get weird. Back when I was a boy, I used to have weird talents and visions. Well that is because I was created to become Leader of what is now Sector 777A. Being told I was born of a crazy woman and shitty father. I had 3 sisters and well that was the end of normal. What I never understood is why my mom would all ways take me to the doctor for the stupidest reasons. Never taking my sisters. Well Now I know, I was being treated for radiation and being implanted with a device that in the even of a war. My body would go into suspended animation. So here I am 65 years later and still 35. Fucking weird. Well there is more but at the moment I have to find a new power supply. So until my next entry. Stay Safe We had been battling the blaze, for what seemed months. When out of the blue, the rain came. A rain so strong, so steady and so fast. With in minuets the battle was over, smoke filled the valley. Roads turned to mud. Or fight was over for now. The fire, the great fire has met it's match. Bowing down to the heavenly flow. Only a few ambers where left. Our life saving and fire fighting efforts had been almost instantaneously turned into recovery mode... I had Sector 45, the valley of eternal death. After two days finding mainly chard bodies, and remissness of what used to be. In a hot muddy pile of rubble. I herd faint cries for help. A woman bent over her father, crying for help to get up. She was in shock he was still alive, but knew we would never make it. Herself severally burned but able to move. I pulled her to her feet, pointed her towards command and told her RUN RUN for help. As she disappeared into the smoke, I knew I had no time to wait, command was 10miles away. I picked her father up told him hold on and I slung him across my shoulders. I ran like I never have before. No reason, other than this man I felt needed to live more than others. As I ran I talked to him, Only getting a faint squeeze out of him now and then. I promised him, if he stayed with me. God would end his pain and suffering. I told him how wonderful God was, the love he has for us. For ten miles, I ran hard I cried like a baby. Screaming for God to save this man. By the time I reached command, they where packing up. One box left waiting for this guy. I loaded him without time for another word, they drove off. I searched for his daughter for several hours only to find out. He had no daughter, and no woman was ever spotted or found. For many years I wondered what became of that man I saved. I went to find him. Only to find out, he had died on the way to the burn unit. His last words recorded where directed to me. I never herd them until now. Run Philip Run, You Saved Me and Now I am with out pain........................ When I tried to find out about them man, his name, anything really. I was told you wont believe this. But that man was you. God had come to teach you, just trust and run.......
Left upon the desperation of a hellish life. Struggling to reach something to hold onto. Beyond the point of actually returning to a normal life. Join the fight and destroy those that are taking our freedoms one by one.
The war has already begun, as no bombs have fallen. Many have been shot, or captured in their fight for freedom. Removed from life for standing upon the very core of our once great nation.
Leading a small resistance, I have seen many things in this battle. Many have died, both from my hand and lack of the ability to protect them. Sleep evades me, as nightmares of the dead haunt my dreams.
Trust the U.N. they said, funny. U.N. was funded by the very bastards they where supposed to fight against. At the head, Russia and its communistic rhetoric. America which is to be at war with Russia, the second largest nation involved. Latest reports say that the U.S. government payed Russia to attack our soil, in hopes to wipe out large amounts of American born citizens. Scaring the rest into submission of the federal government. Instead, it split this country into many sectors. My sector 777A, has been hit the hardest from what I have been able to tell. A trusted location and military town, we should have had protection. It was one of the hardest hit bases in the first strike from Russia. Whats worse is the division of people. Of those that are left, you have to be very careful of who you talk to. Either they want to sell you out in hopes they do not get shipped of to camps. Or they try and kill you thinking your one of the U.N.
Crap, not enough time to continue. Fedbots, around the corner. Time to defend whats right. More next chance I have to breath.
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