She stood over the man’s body as he took his last breath; her empathy cried out for the man, but this was a war, and there wasn’t any time for compassion. It was her life or his, at least that’s the way she remembers it.
Her name is Genavine, she’s the leader of the underground revolution. Nothing stood in her way; she was out for blood and would take it; however, she had to. She led a hundred men, most prepared to die for the cause. Gena saw herself as the bad guy, but her gut told her she was in the right, fighting for the weak people. The ones who couldn’t mind for themselves since the government abandoned them.
It had been five years since that day. People worldwide banned together and took it upon themselves to destroy anything that stood with regulation or theory. The government ran instead of fighting back, leaving the endless numbers of families to suffer through the unspeakable consequences of their actions. Her men found evidence on why they left, but it was too late to resolve it by then. The government was divided by good and evil; darkness murdered the light. They packed the army and the unrighteous people into a bunker they prepared and remained hidden all these years. No one knows where it’s located, as they locked it in cryptic files.
Gena was never one for the rules, but she believed the government kept their world in perspective, and she was right. She never understood why they didn’t fight back or how come the army didn’t bulldoze their way in and take over. Maybe they thought it wasn’t worth it or that the people were a lost cause. Either way, here she was, fighting to protect what she believed in.
Marcus, her second in command, stood by the roof’s ledge. “No one in sight, all’s clear.”
Gena smiled as she looked around the old apartment roof. It was an older building they had looted when it first begun, but it was ideal for her team’s safety. The main door had steel bars on the windows, so even if they tried to break through the glass, no one could enter without the key. There were fifty apartments, a few were used as storage rooms, but mainly it housed the troops and their families. There were even children, which made it even more vital to keep this fight alive.
Some days, she wasn’t sure what the war was about anymore; it was as if the meaning behind it was lost while casting the enemy’s blood. The army that stood behind her didn’t agree; they still fought for reasons she began questioning lately. Some seemed to enjoy the violence; perhaps they adapted. Time in this new world was heavy like steel chains weighing you down, with nothing evolving and so much destruction, time didn’t seem to matter, yet it lingered endlessly.
Marcus pointed and yelled. “Here they come. I knew it was too good to be true. They’re out looting again. This is our territory. We can’t have them taking what’s ours.”
Across the way, Gena could see the group of strangers sprinting; they were dashing in and out of places, grabbing what they could. Some were even leaving sites in flames as they cleared out the supplies. Thankfully, Gena’s building had been built using cement, and that the only things that would burn were materialistic.
She watched her men burst out of their facility and tear off into the streets to protect what was theirs. At that very moment, she knew one of the spouses was by the door, locking it to protect the families. Another group was down on their knees, praying for the loved ones that bolted into battle.
She could hear guns in the near distance, multiple shots fired through the air. Gena was usually in the front line, fighting, but today she was plotting a battle of her own. Screams filled the air as bodies fell to the ground, some injured, others dead.
Gena prayed it wasn’t her men that were killed. Each time she prayed, she laughed to herself; old habits are hard to break. It had been ages since she held faith in her heart. Why would a loving God grant so many this life? A life of misery and pain, which all will eventually end in a painful death no one could outlive. Many people died off within the first few months, most from starvation, others from trying to defend themselves. Only the strong survive; it’s not just a phrase; it’s the truth.
Alice Peered over at Gena from the opposite side of the roof. “We need volunteers for weeding today. Everything’s looking fantastic this year, though I really hope we get more rain.”
Gena smiled and threw her a thumbs up. “You got it. I’ll delve into it as soon as I go downstairs.”
Marcus stood looking through his rifle. “Our men are still standing. So far, it’s only the enemy that has fallen.”
Gena let out a deep sigh, then lowered her head in sadness. “That’s great news. Let’s just hope it remains that way. Keep me updated.”
The hallways of the old building echoed from the heel of her boots. She never used to notice factors like that, but lately, she had become fixated on them. Many were changes from what she called the real world. Things everyone took for granted were now a thing of the past. Sometimes they suffered by glimmers of a haunting memory. Shadows from the past continually crept upon them, leaving them wishing this nightmare would just end.
Her apartment was relatively insignificant; most times, she felt like a can of sardines had more room. It was home, though, and she had made it her own over the past five years. Sheets covered her windows. Light still peered in, but it kept the glare from her eyes when she was busy planning their next heist. She had a couch and a small table in this one-roomed apartment. There’s a shelf of books for entertainment she gathered, most from the public library before the people destroyed it. She was proud of her collection, though the thought that no more would be written throughout time saddened her. She held a gift within her sight that many have lost since the world changed.
Mike knocked on the door loudly and waited for Gena to answer. Within seconds, she invited him in, and the two were heavy in a discussion.
Gena frowned. “What do you mean there’s no access to the North side of the building?”
Mike shrugged. “That’s what they said, but here are my thoughts. If we go to the West, there’s an old entrance through the basement. What if we entered there? I heard they kept supplies in the storage room. It’d be worth the look, don’t you agree?”
Gena took a deep breath. “That’s brilliant. Yes! Have the men ready first thing in the morning. Let’s go in at the first sign of light. We need to stay ahead of the others. We wouldn’t want the supplies to fall into their hands.”
Mike got up and headed towards the door. “I think this is it. We may have found the mother lode of supplies. If it’s what I think it is, we’ll control this entire district and our families will have supplies for a while.”
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