Day of the blackout. May 2nd 2007. Fredericton, New Brunswick.
The students patiently awaiting they end of the school day. The seconds hand moved closer and closer to the twelve. The excitement of the weekend, then it stopped, and no bell rang. "What's going on?" A young 12 year old boy, Blake Williams, said. "Shut up." A boy across the class said to the class nerd. Blake slouched back. Just then the lights began to flicker, then turned off. The room was lit by sunlight. You could hear the primary's crying all through out the school ranging from primary to 9th. "Ok kids. I'm going to just check what's going on." The teacher walks out of the room. Suddenly there's a ginormous crash and screams fill the school. The kids ran into the hallway. "Holy shit.." A boy's voice trails off looking at the other end of the hallway where a plane fell into the school, burning. You didn't need to direct kids what to do there, they ran for the nearest exit. Blake ran near the back of the pack, and was at the back when a boy shoved him into the lockers. The boy had a red face from running, his brown hair sweaty from the fire that was inching closer. The kid was tall and buff, a grade 9. "No teachers to hear you." The boy laughs wiping sweat off his face. "and no one to hear your screams," the boy kicks Blake's stomach, he coughs. The boy lifts him to his feet. "Fight like a man." he says. Blake begins to cough. "Alright." A voice from behind the grade 9 says. He turns around and gets punched in the face. The grade 9 collapses, knocked out. "C'mon." The kid says. He had short blonde hair and blue eyes, Carter Hines, the most popular kid in grade 7. "You just gonna sit there and burn, we gotta run!" He tugs Blake to his feet and they begin to run. "Were just gonna leave him?" Blake says between deep breaths. Carter looks back at the flames and the boy's body and says. "At this point it's either him or us."
Present Day. June 22nd 2018. Fredericton New Brunswick.
Blake sat in a chair looking down the dirt road. He knows they're coming, it's taxes day. Suddenly he heard it, the sound of horse's feet beating down on the road. Blake stood when saw him, Captain Eric Reid. He was the head of the group, the Militia have come. He watched as his two friends Carter and Ethan pull the gates to our community. "Well," Eric pauses. Blake looks at him. "Where is it?" Blake continue to glare at him. "The taxes god damn it! You know I hate waiting." Eric yells. "Look your gonna have to wait just a little longer, we don't have the food yet." Blake scratches my brown flipped hair. "Wait?!" Eric draws his long sword, his team does to. "We've given you to, to much time already. Either we get our food," he pauses putting the sword to Blake's neck. "or I swear to god your blood will be splattered on this dirt." The entire community is watching. "Then your gonna have to pull that blade across my throat 'cause I'd rather die then let you eat." Blake says not showing fear. "I suggest you put that sword away." Ethan stands holding a loaded bow, he's average height and has curly dark brown hair. A man from the Militia puts his hands inside the horse and carriage. He pulls a gun out, in the blink of an eye an arrow enters the man's neck. In shock Eric stares, Blake kicks him away and pulls his 2 short swords out. He swings at Eric, Eric rolls away landing in the man's blood. In the back Carter's short sword gets hit out of his hand, a Militia solider runs at him. Carter trips him to the ground and draws a dagger from his belt loop and jabs it in the man's skull. Blake, distracted by what just happened, doesn't notice Eric jump into the carriage, along with some others. By the time he does Eric is to far away to catch up. "Damn it!" Blake screams. "Blake," His dad, James Williams, puts his hand on Blake's back. Blake walks away knowing what he is going to say. There wanted now, they have to leave.
Week after the blackout. May 9th 2007. Fredericton, New Brunswick.
"Dad," a young Blake Williams walks up to his dad. "Why do you have that?" James holds a small pistol while a crash comes from downstairs. James holds his finger to his mouth signalling Blake to be quite. James walks downstairs holding the gun and looks into the kitchen, "Cole?" James asks a bald man searching through there cabinets. "James? Oh god, I..I thought this place was abandoned, I'm so sorry, I'll put it back." Cole says. "It's ok, why don't you stay for awhile?" James asks. "Really?" Cole stands up just in time to block a bullet heading for James. Cole collapses. James and Blake duck for cover, Kathy (Blake's mother) runs downstairs covering her long blonde hair, along with Carter. "The Militia." James says cursing the name under his breath. "We see the gun." A voice yells. "Come out and hand it over, no one else has to die!" "Follow me." James says crawling his way to the back door. "James!" Cole yells dying. "James, don't you dare go out that back.." Cole's voice is cut off by a gunshot. There is a bullet hole in Cole's head. "Run!" James says leading his family out the back door. Waiting there is Captain Eric Reid.