Seven years ago, WWIII began. The worlds superpowers declared war after the assassination of the US president. A few days later, nuclear weapons dropped down from the heavens and decimated Earth. 6.9 billion people were killed. Now only a small colony in Georgia remains. Due to the nuclear activity coming closer to our base we will be moving out soon. Good luck to all who find this letter. Help us all, Gen. Jonathan B. Tree
wwiii has not started or else i would be spraying the hell out of things with a mini gun and tank every man for him self
We have now since moved to Washington D.C., which is now a desert. I have been searching for a way to reverse this affect for several years, but nothing came up.... I wonder... For anyone who reads this, Gen. Jonathan Beach Tree
I will not give in. I will not give in. I will not give in. These thoughts constantly fill my mind. Having been captured and tortured for... 3 months now? Has it been 3 months? It may be a little less. Ha, it may be 6, I have no idea on time anymore. I am guessing by the temperature. It has gotten much colder and I can only assume the it is geting close to winter. The group that captured me seems military. But we seem to operate alone, without any other leadership. A group of about 50-75 or so. Not including the prisoners, of which I am one. I overheard some of the guards talking. They seemed upset. I didn't catch everything, and sometimes my mind plays tricks on me, but it sounded like some scouts had found some survivors. We were being marched toward them in hopes of surprising them and capturing them, but when the unit arrived, the people were gone. There was a letter left behind, but there is no information where the group went. I can't sleep. I musn't sleep. My nightmares have been getting worse. The arguments are getting worse. They blend into my dreams. I am so hungry. I haven't eaten anything other than scraps for more than a week. I can smell the cooked meat from the daily hunts. I'm hoping that it is wild game because any other thought is enough to make me lose my appetite. Not that it matters anymore. The leader of our dying band says that if we don't move soon, we will die of nuclear radiation. I will not give in. I will not give in. I don't know what is worse. The fact that I am losing my mind, or the fact that I realize it. It is only a matter of time before they kill me or I slip into delirium. I still don't know why they captured me instead of killing me. I am a physcist, not a biologist. I have no military secrets. There are about a dozen of us prisoners. Always separated. Always kept barely alive. The guards are talking again. They have found tracks leading to the north. We are going to move out. For their well-being, I hope we do not catch up to whomever we are following.
While gathering up some supplies from the looted houses, me and my men noticed something peculiar. A man. He seems so.. gone. Once we locked sight on each other, he fled. I followed after him... into a trap.
The man was struggling to get free from the man who gripped him, but as he struggled, the man gripped tighter. "Stop!" I yelled, but before i could save him i blacked out, for how long i do not know.
OMG I live in Georgia! Hail yea! Lol, this is a great thread guys. Very interesting. I'll keep watching, and maybe even post a bit
OOC: Sorry for any confusion I caused. I liked the post. I just thought the timing was funny. I completely deleted my post, I'll try to rewrite it. I would like @Nyancats33 to try to put what they had back. I did not mean for you to delete it. I'll post another part tonight below. Again sry for the confusion.
The stand-off continues. Perhaps this is fate. Perhaps I have finally lost it. Just when I think I am pulling things together, things always get worse. Take last night... We arrived in one of the first places decimated by the first strikes in the beginning of the war. Washington. The guards have been easing up on us prisoners lately. I'm not sure if it is because there is less of them, or less of us. It seems our luck has run out and radiation poisoning is apparent in about half of the entire unit. I finally came to the realization that if I don't escape, I will die a prisoner. I must escape. This is not the same Washington I grew up with. It is desolate. Deserted. Dead. Building lay in ruin and nothing grows. The wind whistles through the rubble and dust is everywhere. Us prisoners have been left alone while a recon unit checks for survivors. I have a feeling they think the group has camped near here. I sure hope not. I have to take this opportunity to flee. I tell Nate, another prisoner, that I am going to make a run for it, and his eyes just get large. I think telling him might have been a mistake. I try to coax him to come with me but he just shrinks into the corner. At least he isn't yelling. I abandon him. I don't have time. Besides, I'm probably going to die out there, and one more will just slow me down. I slip out and head towards the residential area and see men in military uniforms around every corner. Some of them look different, but familiar. Before I realize it I am walking up to a few men looting the homes. Then one of them, the leader? He seems to be haggard and worn, but there is authority in his eyes. I freeze. I realize he is looking at me. I cannot be taken prisoner again! I will not be taken again! No! I run. I shouldn't have tried to escape. What was I thinking? I am safer as a prisoner. No, I'm not. I just don't know anymore. I turn the corner back towards camp, right into a guard. He grabs me immediately and I struggle. I can't escape. I don't even know if I should. I am too weak. I am too scared. I turn just as the other military figure turns the the corner. He yells something and starts to run toward me and the guard. Whatever he yells alerts another guard who comes up behind the man. And hits him. In the head. With the butt of a weapon. I recognize the insignia. He is a general. And he is in a clump on the ground. That was when the shooting began. The general wasn't alone and some of his men are trying to get him back. But the guards are a well trained unit. They couldn't have survived all these years without being one. And they take a defensive stance with their new prisoner. That was last night. Since then the shooting has stopped. The general has yet to wake up. His men have us surrounded, but they don't come closer for fear of killing their leader. The guards talk about negotiations. I don't hear too much but I think there is going to be a double-cross. I am now in restraints since my escape attempt. What was I thinking? I need to just accept my fate. I am as good as dead. We all are.
