I awoke to darkness and pain racking my body. It was dark, very dark, and something had me pinned to the floor. It had me pinned in a way that I couldn't push it off by myself. I tried recalling what happened and how I got in this mess. But my head hurt. Eventually I remembered though.

Something happened to the train. My people needed help.

A light suddenly flashed on and it was Barnes holding a lighter.

"Captain!" He shouted excitedly. "Oh Captain you're alive!" A boom went off shaking the car and spooking him. "It's the Highwaymen! You gotta get up, Captain!"

I tried doing so, but had no way of pushing all the junk off me. Barnes give me a hand. I groaned.

Suddenly the door started banging. Someone was trying to break in.

"Captain hurry! Hurry! They're gonna kill us!" Barnes screeched and quickly took cover.

Someone continued to hit the door before it finally broke open . . . revealing a haggard Rush.

"Jesus, Barnes you keep crying like that and you're going to bring them all down on us." Rush chastised.

"Rush?! You're alive!"

"I am, now help me free the Captain."

"There's no time we gotta go!"

"Barnes, we're not leaving the Captain behind! Now get your scrawny ass over here and help me."

Barnes grunted in annoyance, but did as commanded. The two of them pushed and pulled all the debris off of me, allowing my lungs to breathe normally again. Rush gave me his hand and pulled me up, dusting me off.

"You okay, Kieran?" He asked with fatherly concern.

I coughed. "I'm fine, Rush. What the situation?"

"FUBAR. It's your time to shine, Captain. We need to get armed, get our people, and we need to find a way out of here."

"Easier said than done." Barnes commented.

"One thing at a time Barnes." He turned back to me. "You take the lead."

"Understood, Boss."

Jumping from the car, it broke my heart to see the Eureka utterly destroyed. It broke even further imagining just how many died from the crash.

Scrawled on the tunnel wall was white graffiti saying "End of the Line."

"Shit they knew we were coming." I said. Looking further and I saw the raiders symbol: an open eye with squiggles coming out of it, almost like sun rays. Carmina had given us some info on how to identify the raiders, mainly by their elaborate tags, BMX gear, their overuse of the color pink, blaring music, and the strange eye-like symbol.

"If there's anyone left alive."

"Shut the fuck up Barnes! Move out!"

I led ahead. Every car we passed was wrecked to shit and on fire with no chance of anyone being left alive. We passed by so many bodies. So many men, women . . . and even children. Dead on the floor, broken, burned, mangled . . . DEAD.

My anger and sorrow boiled over at the loss of my home of years. I was close with a lot of people on the Eureka and I didn't know how many of them were . . . gone.

Just . . . gone.

The Highwaymen took both my home and my family from me in a single swing. They would pay; an eye for a fucking eye!

We reached the end of the tunnel, which we apparently weren't far from. And at the end of it was the rest of the Eureka, toppled, wrecked and overall destroyed beyond saving. By the looks of it the Highwaymen had blown the rails leading out of the tunnel, which is what ultimately destroyed the Eureka.

Fireworks suddenly went off on the other side of the intact tracks. Multicolored sparks lit up the night sky revealing numerous makeshift vehicles and their occupants. Already I could see the raiders descend on the remains of the Eureka like a bunch of scavenging vermin.

"Whoever you are on that train, listen up!" We heard a rough female voice blaring on a sound speaker. "This is Highwayman Territory! Everything you have is ours now! Even your lives are ours! My sister and I are coming for ya."

"Fucking shit, that's a lot of raiders." I heard Barnes whimper. Though his concerns about the raiders was added onto by another incoming problem. One that I could see coming in the form of a large cloud of dust. "There's a sandstorm coming, we're in big trouble if we get caught in that.

"Thanks for the warning, Captain Obvious." I looked through my binoculars and scanned the area. I saw several of our people being held herded by the raiders, but whether they'd come out of this intact would depend on numerous factors.

I eventually spotted the one car we needed to get to the most. "I spotted the armory wagon. We need to get to it and save as many of our own as we can."

Rush and Barnes pulled out their handguns and prepped them for battle. I however, just pulled out my knives: a scissor and a railroad spike I fashioned into a stabbing weapon.

"I'm going on ahead to rescue our people, you guys get to the armory.

"We'll be right behind ya, Captain." Rush said.

I jumped from one of the cars and moved through the wreckage. The Eureka's cars were thrown about all over the place, with the only use now being used for cover. It saddened me further to find several bodies in the cars, dead, mangled from the derailment or . . . burnt alive. I had no choice, but to ignore them though and focus on the ones that were still alive.

"NO!"

I heard a blood curdling scream and raced to where it was. I found a survivor down a hill, a woman being pinned down by a Highwayman. Her shirt was already torn open and the raider was already making a move on her pants.

"Get the fuck off me!"

"Ooh, feisty one I like that."

I didn't even hesitate. The raider was so focused on his target he didn't even hear me march up to him. I grabbed him by the hair and jammed my Spike into his neck, then into the side of his skull before tossing him aside.

The woman backed away seeing me, trying desperately to cover herself. Once she recognized me, she relaxed a bit.

"C-Captian?"

I ripped off the raider's shirt and threw it to her. "I know you're scared, but right now I need you to stay strong and focus. Can you stand?" I asked, offering my hand.

She nodded after putting on the shirt and took my hand. I grabbed the Highwayman's weapons, a knife and a rusty pistol and gave them to her.

The woman followed me close by as we entered a wrecked car. Two Highwaymen were searching the place, while one was interrogating another hostage. The woman behind me was about to fire, but I motioned for her to not to. The Highwaymen think they've won. We had the element of surprise. One bullet goes off and the whole area will be swarming.

Quickly moving I shoved my Spike into a chest cavity. Moving them out of the way, I stabbed the next raider's windpipe with my Stiletto, silencing him, then jabbed three time into the neck of the raider I was holding with my Spike. I removed the Spike then shoved it into the silenced raider's eye, then finished with a good twist.

The last raider holding the hostage was about to strike them, but I grabbed their arm, surprising them. I stabbed Spike under his armpit, then finished him with a stab to the back of the neck.

The Hostage was shocked to see such brutality, but was still happy to see the Captain of Security. After untying them the woman gave them the raider's weapons.

"Follow me and stay close."

We moved further into the wreckage. The damn Highwaymen were taking advantage of everything, stealing food, supplies, tagging our property and abusing even more of our people. The two following me copied my example and brutalized a lot of Highwaymen that were having their way with the Rush Movement.

After saving six more people, adding the number of rescues up to eight, we finally found the armory car. A pair of Highwaymen were trying to crack it open like an egg. A futile effort; the Armory was one of the most reinforced cars of the Eureka. Out of everything on the train, it was the most likely to survive the crash.

I grabbed the two raiders by their heads and smashed them together. They weren't dead, but disoriented. So, I continued to smash their head against the Armory until their heads cracked open like eggs.

Easier than getting into the armory.

"Captain!"

Turning around, I smiled seeing Rush well and brining a lot more survivors with him. I noticed many of my security staff among them, including Charlie, which was a relief. I even spotted Carmina among them. Good. It would have been a shame if she died before finally getting back home.

I was however, saddened to notice there were only seven kids among the survivors. There were a lot more than that on the Eureka. In fact, the people alive now are only a fraction of what was on the train.

I swallowed my grief and focused on who was here and alive. Mourning could come later.

"Rush! Glad you made it." I looked at everybody behind him. "Is this all that's left?"

"About everyone we could find." Rush replied sadly. He then approached the armory. "Leroy, it's me Rush! Are you okay?"

"Rush?" A nerve-wracked voice spoke from inside. "I-is that you. N-n-no wait! What's the password?"

"It's gonna be alright, Leroy. We're all gonna get out of this. The password is Icarus."

There was a series of unlocking noises, as well as some beeping noises that came from a keypad. The side of the train opened up and revealed a pudgy, bespectacled man wearing flannel. One of the lenses on his glasses were cracked. And behind him, a bunch of guns that could kill a small army.

"Thank god, you're here, Rush. W-what happened?"

Rush climbed on in. "We were attacked, Leroy, but don't worry. We're gonna fight back thanks to you."

"T-the Eureka, Rush . . ."

He grabbed the man's shoulder comfortingly. "It's just a train. We can rebuild. Now help me pass out weapons."

Everyone was quickly given a weapon and some ammo. The whole car was pretty much emptied out after five minutes of passing out its contents. I of course had my own personal weapons locked up.

I was first given my sidearm, a custom skorpian smg that was outfitted for silent kills. The next was my lucky charm, a compound bow that everyone liked to call "Lucky Shot." And the last was my favorite; my pride and joy: an SVD Dragunov sniper rifle that I liked to call "The Claymore."

Why did I call it that? For one, it had a big fucking knife at the end of it that might as well be a small machete. It was also what the former Captain of Security liked to call it. He liked referring guns as the modern swords and because my gun was big with a big knife he called it the Claymore.

"Alright, does everybody have a weapon?" Rush asked the crowd. When he got confirmation that everyone was armed, he began speaking. "I won't lie to you all, this situation is extremely bad. We're stuck between a rock and a hard place. So, what we're gonna do is split off into two teams. Barnes, how much time do we got until that sand storm hits?"

"About five minutes sir!" Barnes called from atop the Armory Wagon.

"Captain." Rush motioned for me to continue.

"Here's what's gonna happen: me and any remaining guards will draw the Highwaymen away. We'll move down the road toward the river, while the noncombatants try to escape via the forest under the cover of the storm. Carmina, do you know the rest of the way from here?"

Carmina looked up after checking her rifle. "Y-yes! I know the way from here."

"Then you'll help lead. Charlie, you take four more guards and watch over everyone and Rush."

"No way, I'm coming with you. You're gonna need all the help you can get." Rush argued.

I snarled. "Out of the fucking question! This situation is completely FUBAR, Rush. You're our leader, you're too important to the Movement to lose."

"I don't run from a fight, Captain. You need every able body with you to fend off those freaks. I protect my people no matter what, not hide behind them."

"You can protect our people by staying alive and being there for them in the future. Without you, there is no Rush Movement, there is no future. So, I am begging you sir, go with the others, let me and my team handle this."

We both stared hard into each other's eyes; both of us trying to exert our stance. We've done this before, a lot of times Rush won, but I was adamant about this.

"Storm'll be on us in two minutes!" Barnes warned.

That seemed to make Rush relent. "Fine. I'll go."

"Charlie, take Riggs, Sasha, and Gary and get everyone moving, now. Don't take any risks."

"Yes, sir!"

"No more time left to argue people, let's move out!"

Not including myself, there were combatants drawing the Highwaymen's attention. We were armed with various weaponry; Stanley had a rocket launcher and a pair of 1911s. Harold and Trina packed shotguns. Barnes and York held tightly to rifles. Jacob also had a rifle, but was outfitted with a grenade launcher. Pops, the oldest one here, held an SMG and pistol in both hands. And Hillary held her favorite LMG.

As soon as we got moving, the storm hit and the Highwaymen came down in force. The roar of their vehicle's engines could not be deafened by the storm. So, as soon as he saw their headlights, Stanley obliterated the truck with his RPG.

Pops shot a pair of raiders that took the high ground on top of some cars. Barnes and York stood closely to me, protecting me from any raiders that got within range.

Harold blasted some Highwaymen that were running down the hills. He nearly got hit by a motorcycle, but Trina had his back and shot the drive. When the bike toppled the passenger in the sidecar rolled on the ground alive. I ended his life by stabbing my massive bayonet into his chest.

"Keep moving!" I shouted over the combined roar of the wind storm and raider vehicles.

Hillary took point, firing her weapon into the storm. Her instincts of enemy locations were usually spot-on, so I allowed her actions. Passing by a number of bullet-ridden bodies told me that was the right call.

A bunch of cars tried blocking our path. The raiders seemed to want to try and trap us. Jacob fired his grenade launcher and 40mm explosive impacted a truck, scarping it. This gave Stanley enough time to reload the RPG and remove the obstacle.

Barnes and York kept me covered, shooting any raider scum that got too close. I was pretty skilled at no-scoping with my Claymore, so any Highwaymen that got within my range was put down like the dogs they were.

We must have been doing a good job of getting the Highwaymen's attention because the sound of their engines was getting louder and louder. To the point it was drowning out the storm, which was letting up.

The raiders seemed to have no end to them. They started coming from all sides trying to get at us. From the corner of my eye, I saw Jacob get shot in the head. I grit my teeth and pressed on. Our job was to buy the others time. We couldn't stop, but we could make the Highwaymen pay.

I grabbed a grenade and chucked it several meters. The explosion elicited several screams of death and dying.

"That was for Jacob!" Hilary shouted spitefully.

Suddenly a truck slammed into her. The squad stopped dead in shock seeing one of their own get run over. Several of Hillary's limbs were bloody and broken, bending at odd angles. Her favorite weapon was smashed to pieces.

The Highwaymen who did that laughed and fired on us. But we were tougher and angrier and shot them dead.

"Trap it!" I ordered. York quickly set up some C4 on the truck. We quickly moved away from it, while the Highwaymen converged on us. Once enough gathered, I said, "Blow it!"

The truck exploded, the blast taking several of the bastards with it. We had to keep moving. We had to keep fighting. It all felt like a haze now. Just moving and killing; I just focused on that hoping we were doing enough for the others. Blood and metal went flying all over the place. I think we lost Stanley at some point. I don't know how, but he wasn't with us anymore, just like Jacob and Hillary.

Eventually, we reached the end of the road. Literally.

"Whoa! Stop!" I halted everybody before we all stepped over the edge to a thirty-foot drop.

"Shit!" I heard Barnes curse.

The storm finally passed and we were completely out in the open and exposed.

We heard the roar of engines and turned around to see an army approach us. We raised our guns, they raised theirs. It was a fucking standoff and the odds were against us.

'We won't go quietly.'

The one spearheading the army was a motorcycle covered in bones, both animal and human. It was occupied by two black women with tattoos, piercings and blonde-dyed dreads. The rider wore pink BMX gear and a helmet that was decorated with some beast's jaws. The other was riding shotgun in the sidecar. She lacked armor and instead wore sweat clothes, including a sweatshirt decorated with their gang's symbol and graffiti. As soon as I saw they were twins I knew they were the leaders of this raider outfit. Carmina told us it was run by ruthless twin sisters: Mickey (blue) and Lou (pink).

They got off the bike and removed their bone covered helmets. Instead of looking pissed or scared of our guns, they seemed excited and laughed at them.

"Merry fucking Christmas everybody!" Lou said excitedly. "Santa delivered a whole damn train full of presents!"

"What do we have here, Lou?" Mickey asked sarcastically.

Lou took a big whiff like an animal. "Rabbits."

"Oooh, tsk, tsk, tsk."

The two were more amused than worried they could be taken out with a twitch. It was so tempting to kill them here, but we still had a chance to get out of this alive, however small. Pick your battles. They continued to eye us like the presents they thought we were and couldn't wait to play with.

"I gotta ask you Rabbits a question. The fuck you think was gonna happen?" Mickey berated us.

"Ridin' in on a giant hunk of iron . . . just clouds of black smoke." Lou added.

"You think we wouldn't notice?"

"What do you want?" Barnes suddenly asked, a noticeable tremor in his tone.

"Barnes." I warned him. We couldn't show weakness and cave to these marauders. The Twins noticed that I held some authority and kept their eyes on me.

Lou answered him, but still kept looking at me. "We wanna know if you're problem solvers . . . or problem makers."

"Our Pops always told us that people either solve problems or make problems." Mickey added.

"And the world's got too many fuckin' problems." Lou emphasized.

'I'm looking at a pair right now.' I thought. No way was I gonna rile these bitches any further.

"We're lookin' for people to help us solve problems—uh, our problems. If you're a problem solver, we got you covered. Food. Clothes. Guns! Ha ha, anything you need. Heh, even health insurance!" She laughed at one of her own men, specifically a guy with an eyepatch. He joined their chuckling awkwardly, before getting Lou's helmet shoved into his gut. "But if you make problems, well, Pops taught us what to do with Problem Makers."

"Problem Makers need to be solved." Mickey said absolutely.

"Mmhmm, Old Man solved a shit ton of problems in his day." That got several cheers of agreement from the rabble. "So, Rabbits, you all problem solvers or problem makers?"

I was about to respond, but Barnes' cowardice beat me to it.

"We solve problems! We've been solving problems all over this country!" He ran his mouth

"Barnes!" I reprimanded. He glanced at me for a second before continuing.

"We can give you fresh water, food, build you shelters—we can get you anything you need."

"Shut up, Barnes." Pops barked frustratingly.

Mickey got up in his face. "You can provide all that?"

Barnes seemed to shrink under her hard gaze, which was doubled by Lou looking over her shoulder. "Well . . . not me, but we have specialists who can: doctors, agriculturalists, engineers, combatants—everyone hear is specially trained and the Captain," the idiot pointed at me, "he's one of the toughest sonsofbitches I've ever seen."

I had it! "Barnes shut your fucking mouth!"

"And does he run this outfit?" Mickey asked, pointing to me.

I moved to silence him before he could say another fucking word, but Lou got between us and smacked me with her helmet. I felt my head throb as shouts were exchanged. My guards about open fired, but the Highwaymen reminded them they had guns trained on them too. No one pulled a trigger . . . yet.

Mickey had pulled Barnes to the side far from the squad. He was dead already.

"I'll ask again, is he your leader?"

"N-no." He answered, no realizing the position he's in. "He's just the Captain of Security. You want Rush. Thomas Rush. He knows how to set up and build things."

"I see. And where is this Rush?"

My head jerked up and everyone in the squad was scared he was gonna sell Rush out. Barnes looked at us for a moment, before looking down and saying, "I-I don't know."

I nearly breathed a sigh of relief. But the Twins weren't convinced.

"Hmm." Lou hummed and started pacing. "He must be alive if you're talking about him like that." She then traded spots with Lou. Now Mickey was staring down at me, while Lou hovered over Barnes.

"We'll look for him later." She kneeled down to look at me. "Right now, we have you. If you're as tough as he says you are, how 'bout it? You want to be one of our problem solvers, handsome?"

I glowered and pushed myself up. Mickey stood up with me, all my guys were focused on her, while all her men were focused on me. Lou and her sister were a few inches shorter than me, but they weren't impressed or intimidated.

"You pillage Hope County, you blow up my home, murder my friends and family, and your whole spiel about problem solving is so pathetic it's laughable. If we weren't your problem before, we most certainly are now. The Rush Movement is gonna be on you raider filth like flies on a shit pile. In layman's terms: go fuck yourself."

I could feel the proud smiles forming on my people. The raiders watching ranged from impressed, to unimpressed. Mickey however just stared at me, showing no emotion at all.

"Huh . . . okay." She turned around and locked eyes with Lou. A silent communication was shared between them.

Then Lou started chortling. She then swung her helmet at Barnes' head, knocking him to the ground unconscious. Mickey motioned for someone to collect him and two armored raiders loaded him into a truck. All we could do was grit and watch.

The Twins then got back onto their bike.

"Real shame you won't work for us, Captain. Something tells me you would have made a good Highwayman." Mickey called.

"The fun we could have gotten up to together." Lou smiled devilishly and licked her lips.

"But if you want to make problems for us—" Mickey started.

"Then we're gonna stomp down on your problem making. Hard." Lou finished. She then revved her engine, signaling for the Highwaymen to move out.

I was surprised to see them leave. I thought they would show a more violent reaction. Perhaps they were scared off by us? Didn't want to die? Maybe they wanted to hunt us down later and kill us? But then a flare was launched by Mickey.

It burst in the sky, lighting the night in a hue of red, revealing a bunch of RPG wielding Highwaymen aiming down at them from the cliffs!

"RUN!"

I was too late though and the raiders fired their rockets at us. I felt two people cover me as the explosion hit. I saw concrete and bodies fly. My ears rang and my vision impaired from the blast. I remembered the air rushing past me as I fell, my friends and rubble falling all around me. It felt like it was happening all in slow motion.

And then I hit the water with a hard splash.

Far Cry New Dawn is probably the one FC game that I honestly think is the most disappointing out of all them. Each FC game has its problems, but ND is the one that honestly felt more like a cash grab than anything else, with reused shit and watered down features. Don't get me wrong, it was fun to play and I played it a lot, but there were issues with the characters, the enemies, the villains, and especially the mechanics and new additions. I had a ton of ideas they could have done to make it better and/or more memorable. So, at the end of every chapter, I'm going to leave 1 note of what should have been changed or added to New Dawn.

The first is an obvious one: let us use more than ONE FUCKING GFH! That was such bullshit when I couldn't have two guys fighting by my side and for what? What did that accomplish?! It's the same fucking game, how could you have taken out something that was already in there and was fun to use? I couldn't fucking use Timber a whole lot because I needed more firepower then a glass-cannon scout. He was more useful collecting junk from Locations. You can only get the GFH to talk to each other when they're at your hangout and even then, it's just random, so you have to follow people around and hope you get the one you want. Honestly, the only ones that are worth keeping by your side are Carmina and Horatio.

Also, after posting this story, I'm surprised there are no character selections for New Dawn. I wanted to pick the Captain and Carmina, but they weren't available. Strangely, Primal has all their characters logged into the character listing, so why not New Dawn characters?