The occupation
People do desperate things in desperate times. In these times our world is in almost in complete chaos. Europe in particular held much tension towards the United States. The European countries turned communist during the beginning years of the second decade of the second millennia. Germany, France, and Britain held hostile against the U.S. for supporting Europe's invasion of Kuwait.
The invasion of Kuwait caused much trouble for the west. Raising gas prices above the legal limit of $20.00. It affected our oil hungry military weakening some of our defenses. Russia has ordered an possible invasion of America. Hopefully gaining access to our oil supply. This could be the turnout of WWIII.
1100 hours/ 12 June, 2021/military calendar
Oregon coast, Oregon, U.S.
The salt water touched my feet. The coldness was chilling and gave me goosebumps through out my body. I looked up out to the horizon, I could see The bright sun in the high of the day. To my left was my girlfriend. She walked up and grasped my hand. She had brown hair, cut to her shoulders. Green eyes and had the perfect smile.
I have blonde hair, blue eyes. I am about 6'. Weighing in at about 175 lbs. I wore an under armor shirt. It was red, the logo almost completely worn off. I was nearsighted. I wore a set of glasses with square frames.
"What's up?" I asked.
She looked up at me, "Nathan, we need to get to my parent's house."
'Shit' I thought. "What's the occasion?"
"I told you this morning"
'Goddamn it what was it?', Thinking once more, "Reminder?"
"It's my mom's birthday."
I gestured her to get to the car. I walked over to the bench where I left my shoes and slipped them on. 'Great another evening with the most beloved people in this world.'
I got up and slid into the car. I turned the key into ignition and headed towards Portland.
When I got up the driveway I looked for my computer. It was laying in the backseat covered in my junk from people getting rides.
"Don't expect me to be nice. The last time I was here, I didn't get the warmest of welcomes." I said to her.
"Relax, just grab some lunch and sit on the couch. I'll do all the talking." She replied.
"You're a life saver Monica." I said opening the door.
We walked up to the front door. I ran the door bell, Monica just looked at me and opened the door. Then the ungrateful people of Portland showed up through the archway to the kitchen.
"Hello! Oh, It's my Monica. How nice it is to see you," Her mom walked up to her gave her a hug, "Come on in."
I looked at Monica as if I knew I was right. I walked over to the living room and opened the laptop. I opened a window that allowed me to access anyone's wireless internet. My connection was top. I search the web for any news on the tension with Europe. Somewhere on CNN there was an article about the potential Russian threat.
Well it wasn't a threat anymore. The article read:
Russia Sparks world war 3.
This morning at 9:19 it was a peaceful day. So it seemed, Russian naval forces invaded Hawaii and took over the state in a matter of hours. Barely being able to have time to talk was a military official who was on the phone right before the soldiers barged into his office and shot him. The casualty count is unknown at this point, but the mainland of America only has an estimated twenty four hours before invasion force will be on the front door step of the west coast.
-Matthew H. Ary
6.12.21/ 10:35 A.M.
According to the article, I'm definitely screwed. I Checked my watch and it read 3:00. I had about a rough eighteen hours before the estimated "exodus".
"Hey Monica! Come here." I yelled after her.
She came down the stairs on the side of the living room. "What is it?"
"Check this out," She came over to me and looked over my shoulder to see the article I was pointing out, "According to this, we have less than twenty four hours before this happens."
She was shaking her head in disbelief. It was probably too much for her to take in. No one would ever thing the leading country in military would be attacked. I could only tell from her facial gestures she couldn't handle this kind of news.
"I'm going to get a few things for the invasion. I'll be back in time for dinner," I looked into her eyes, "I know you don't want to, but I'm going to resist against this. It's not my fault our government doesn't know how to take control of some part of the world."
I got up from the couch and headed towards my car. I drove towards the local pawn and looked around the shop. At the weapons counter were several shotguns. I noticed an assault rifle in the glass counter.
I looked for any kind of employee. One was showing a customer about their bow and arrows. I walked up to him, "Excuse me, what kind of rifle is that in the counter over there?"
"He looked up to me and answered, "That is an AR-15. It's on sale for ten hundred dollars."
"I'll take it." I answered.
He told the other customer to hold on and walked with me to the rifle. He unlocked the case and pulled it put. "This here is a civilian version of the M4-A1. Semi-automatic with a twenty round magazine."
I pulled out my wallet and flipped my debt card at him. He took it and swiped the card. I entered my pin and hit enter.
"Ok, everything seems to be good." He told me.
"Do you have any rounds for the gun atleast?" I asked.
"Sorry, you'll have to go to a sporting goods store for that kind of stuff." He replied.
I nodded, "Ok, well I'll need one more thing. A case."
Go over to that side of the store and ask the lady at the desk. She'll give you one. You can't just carry a rifle in your car without a case, right?"
I walked over to the desk and got the case. 'Well', I thought to myself, 'gotta find some ammo for this thing or it's really only good for hitting people.'
When I reached Monica's parents' house I had a rough one hundered twenty rounds. I had only three clips, which meant that I could only shoot sixty rounds before having to beat someone up. When I walked into the house everyone was eating dinner. I sat down beside Monica and looked around the table. I guess tonight was steak with dinner rolls. I grabbed a plate and ate the food.
0600 hours/13 June, 2021/military calendar
1305 goodman DR. (private lane), Portland, Oregon
I stood up in the bed. Monica was sleeping beside me. I looked at my alarm clock to my left, it read 6:01. I stepped out of the bed trying not to wake her. We decided to spend the night at her parents' house. It was dawn, a cool seventy two degrees outside. I walked down to kitchen and looked for some breakfast. Monica's father was sitting at the table reading the newspaper. He looked up at me and gave me a slight snarl. I ignored him and continued my search.
Someone rang the doorbell; I looked over to the old man sitting at the table. He froze and looked at me. I threw my head towards the door, he got the message and got up to answer. He opened the door. I could hear a man having trouble speaking English. The old man nodded. Then I heard a firearm discharge.
The 'oh-shit' moment popped into my head. I quickly got up from the table and grabbed a knife on the kitchen rack. It was roughly six inches long. I inched towards the corner of the kitchen to see who was at the door. Two soldiers, one telling the other to check the upstairs. I threw the knife at the soldier checking upstairs. The other soldier heard the body fell as the knife stuck into his side. He turned around and looked at his comrade. I pulled back into the kitchen and walked to the living closet. Inside was a baseball bat. I quickly grabbed it and speed walked around to the other side. I walked up to the soldier helping his wounded comrade. I swung the baseball bat into an upward motion and hit him in the chin. He fell back without any sort of fighting. Monica was standing at the top of the stairs as she saw me swing the bat downwards into the wounded soldier. I put enough force into the swing that when I hit his head it made a cracking sound. A pool of blood formed around is head.
"Monica! We need to go, now!" I told her. She went back upstairs and got dressed. When she came back down she looked at the three bodies lying in the door way. She started to tear up as she saw her father as one of those bodies. "We don't have time, Grab the soldier's side arm."
With fear of one of them getting up. Her hand trembled like an earthquake. She grabbed the pistol and back away from the bodies. Disgusted by the foul reek of blood she ran to the car. When I got the seat, I looked over to her.
"You ok?" I asked.
She shook her head slowly.
"I'm sorry, but we got to think about our future right now. We'll mourn later. You see that case in the back?"
She looked in the back and took it from the seat.
"Take this clip and fill it to the top. Then put it into the gun like this." I showed her the charging handle and pulled it back, "After, fill the other two clips."
She nodded and went to the task. I put the car into drive and drove out of the driveway. On our way down the street we could see soldiers driving people out of their homes. They were ordered into a single file line. Hiking to who knows where. I turned left onto the boulevard.