The Red Army: 2347
By Stephen D.
(Note: Not all things mentioned in this story are of my own original creation and all rights belong to their respective companies)
Prologue
The year is 2347, 70 years after the Apocalypse War. The war in North Korea, started in 2010, lasted 30 years after underground terrorist organizations began rebelling across the globe. The highest concentration of terrorist groups was in the Middle East, and they banded together under a common leader, an enigmatic overseer known only as Nicholai, and called themselves the Global Peace Army. After brutal fighting for years, the U.S. and Britain unleashed nuclear bombs in the Middle East, Korea, and Northern Africa, where the largest concentration of terrorist activity had been happening. Oupon detecting the missiles, the terrorists launched nuclear missiles of their own, creating a nuclear holocaust. This heralded the end of the Age of War, as it was called, and began the Age of Survival. For more than 300 years, the Earth has been blanketed with radiation and civilization is a thing of the past. The concerns of the average person is food, water, and shelter. All that have survived this far have been conditioned to the radiation. Now after bandits and thieves reigned for years, civilization begins a new in small settlements built using the remains of the old cities. A primitive democratic government rules over the settlements, but decision making takes months, and petty bickering is commonplace in meetings. A leader is needed, strong enough to command respect, with enough finesse to avoid conflict when necessary. For unbeknownst to the small settlements of post-apocalypse Earth, the Red Army comes to America, and no one is safe.
Chapter 1: Humble Beginnings
Michael, son of Jacob, lifted his rifle slowly, positioning the scope on the image of a man, 100 yards away. He breathed slowly, his pulse dropping. His concentration fully on the target in the scope, he didn't notice the figure creeping over the pile of rubble behind him. He took a deep breath and shook out his hands. Then he looked once more through the scope. Confident in his aim, he began to the pull the trigger. "Boo," said a voice from behind him. Michael flipped from off his stomach and swung his gun around, trying to strike his unknown assailant. "WAIT," said the figure, right before the muzzle of the rifle connected squarely with his jaw. Suddenly recognizing the person, Michael gasped in surprise, then quickly knelt to help the dazed "assailant" up. "I'm sorry! You shouldn't sneak up on me when I'm training with a gun! Are you nuts! I could have shot you," he quickly blurted out. "So this is how you greet your dear old dad?" said the figure, the words muffled because of the thick brown beard. "Well Dad, you shouldn't have crept up behind me like that," Michael said exasperated. "Well, I guess you're right, but anyway, there's an emergency town meeting being held in a little while, and we have to be there," said Michael's father. "We also need to hurry up and get Mom to take a look at that jaw," Michael said jokingly. "I remember when I joined the militia," said his father, "I trained almost as much as you before the test. You're a shoe in. And it's early to bed tonight, you need a good nights sleep for the test." "Dad! I'm 17! I'll do fine with or without extra sleep," Michael whined. "I don't care, you're still my son, deal with it," his father said, in his "end of conversation" voice. Then they slowly trudged off towards the town hall, idly chatting about what the meeting might be about. As they walked, the Red Army crept closer towards their unsuspecting little town.
(Note: Not all things mentioned in this story are of my own original creation and all rights belong to their respective companies)
Prologue
The year is 2347, 70 years after the Apocalypse War. The war in North Korea, started in 2010, lasted 30 years after underground terrorist organizations began rebelling across the globe. The highest concentration of terrorist groups was in the Middle East, and they banded together under a common leader, an enigmatic overseer known only as Nicholai, and called themselves the Global Peace Army. After brutal fighting for years, the U.S. and Britain unleashed nuclear bombs in the Middle East, Korea, and Northern Africa, where the largest concentration of terrorist activity had been happening. Oupon detecting the missiles, the terrorists launched nuclear missiles of their own, creating a nuclear holocaust. This heralded the end of the Age of War, as it was called, and began the Age of Survival. For more than 300 years, the Earth has been blanketed with radiation and civilization is a thing of the past. The concerns of the average person is food, water, and shelter. All that have survived this far have been conditioned to the radiation. Now after bandits and thieves reigned for years, civilization begins a new in small settlements built using the remains of the old cities. A primitive democratic government rules over the settlements, but decision making takes months, and petty bickering is commonplace in meetings. A leader is needed, strong enough to command respect, with enough finesse to avoid conflict when necessary. For unbeknownst to the small settlements of post-apocalypse Earth, the Red Army comes to America, and no one is safe.
Chapter 1: Humble Beginnings
Michael, son of Jacob, lifted his rifle slowly, positioning the scope on the image of a man, 100 yards away. He breathed slowly, his pulse dropping. His concentration fully on the target in the scope, he didn't notice the figure creeping over the pile of rubble behind him. He took a deep breath and shook out his hands. Then he looked once more through the scope. Confident in his aim, he began to the pull the trigger. "Boo," said a voice from behind him. Michael flipped from off his stomach and swung his gun around, trying to strike his unknown assailant. "WAIT," said the figure, right before the muzzle of the rifle connected squarely with his jaw. Suddenly recognizing the person, Michael gasped in surprise, then quickly knelt to help the dazed "assailant" up. "I'm sorry! You shouldn't sneak up on me when I'm training with a gun! Are you nuts! I could have shot you," he quickly blurted out. "So this is how you greet your dear old dad?" said the figure, the words muffled because of the thick brown beard. "Well Dad, you shouldn't have crept up behind me like that," Michael said exasperated. "Well, I guess you're right, but anyway, there's an emergency town meeting being held in a little while, and we have to be there," said Michael's father. "We also need to hurry up and get Mom to take a look at that jaw," Michael said jokingly. "I remember when I joined the militia," said his father, "I trained almost as much as you before the test. You're a shoe in. And it's early to bed tonight, you need a good nights sleep for the test." "Dad! I'm 17! I'll do fine with or without extra sleep," Michael whined. "I don't care, you're still my son, deal with it," his father said, in his "end of conversation" voice. Then they slowly trudged off towards the town hall, idly chatting about what the meeting might be about. As they walked, the Red Army crept closer towards their unsuspecting little town.