Prologue: It Begins
My name is Wayne Larson. I'm 15 years old, with light skin, white hair, and blue eyes. I'm writing this journal in the hopes that when someone reads this, they'll know that even a group of children fought for their home, their lives, and their families. It started on the year 2027, when the power went out. My family was eating dinner when all of a sudden, the house went dark. Then a voice came onto the battery-powered radio that we had on the table in case something like this happened. It was Korean at first, but then it was translated into English:
"American swine, this is your new leader, Kim Jong-un. You are now part of the Greater Korean Republic. Any resistance will be met with very deadly consequences."
Then there was a knock at the door. My mom told me to run straight to the basement and hide there. I tried to tell her that I would stand by her, but she just pushed me and yelled "Go!" I ran into the basement and hid in a small panic room that was only accessible through a hidden door in the dirt. I looked up and saw the door break down and Korean troops run in. They trained their guns on my mom and little sister, and then fired mercilessly. I almost screamed, but I just barely managed to cover my mouth. The Korean troops then decided to search the rest of the house. They went around the house, grabbing any items that are American-made and throwing them outside. They then replaced those items with Korean propaganda posters. By the time they left, I realized that the America I once knew was gone. The shit had hit the fan.
"Damn." That was all I could say as I looked toward the ground.