The camp was a series of tunnels leading into several rooms. The biggest room became HQ. After two weeks, Amy had healed and along with Cameron, Mia, Connor and eight other volunteers they had begun the first of many plannings.
"Okay, there is a camp a few miles west, twenty-eight prisoners. We attack a dusk, Amy and I will lead a team of five. We will try to get the prisoners out first, then get to the machines. Okay lets all get some rest."
"Amy?" Connor called after her.
"Yes?"
Slowly coming towards her. "They're looking to me, I guess because I jumped for the job but you have the military background, the real one. You know how to lead them, will you help me?"
"Under one condition. I don't have to call you Sir." She said jokingly.
Thinking for a moment. "Deal." He said and they shook hands then left the room.
That night, each person went out grabbing some supplies they pulled from the debris and brought it back inside. Connor and Amy showed them how to make C4 and plastique. Gathering their supplies they moved out. Following to the west side of the camp they hid low to avoid being seen.
Slipping in two by two covering charge they made their way inside. Once there they beheld an awful sight. Only six out of twenty-eight survived. They were in too much pain to move. One had had his tongue cut out. They quickly moved from one wall to the other just after the HK lights moved away. They untied the prisoners with ease and went to escape. An FK had spotted them and began shooting. Spreading out they ran hopping from side to side to avoid being hit. After throwing light C4 at it, the FK came down. They had made it home.
Escorting the others in, Connor and Amy were the last ones in. Easing against the outter wall, Amy broke out in laughter. Connor gave her the strangest out of your mind look as she turned to him and shook her head. She didn't want him to know that she had missed her job.
The survivors repeated their parade every night since till the one year Anniversary of Judgment Day. By then their number had grew to to one -hundred and fifty.
Cameron had noticed an awful lot of silence between the people. Walking into Amy's courters, she noticed a
Amy sitting on her bed crying at the photograph in her hands. Cameron had been her roommate for about a year, she had seen her at her best and worst. Amy was quick tempered and aggressive but very caring and supportive. She was a soldier and a heart-felt mother.
Not wanting to upset her more Cameron kept walking to HQ, where Connor was the only one in the room.
Cautiously she entered. "The men are quiet and Amy is upset." She stated.
Connor looked up and sighed. "It has been exactly a year ago today."
"Oh." She said sullenly.
"Is she alright?" He asked.
Amy had come out of her room and went to talk with Connor. She noticed as she went down the hall, she had slowed her walking. She heard voices, Connor's voice. He was talking about her. She was no longer walking but creeping along making sure she was not seen or heard.
"Maybe I should talk with her." Connor said unexpentantly before Cameron could answer.
"Don't think she is okay." He said sadly.
Just then, Amy walked in the room unnoticed.
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE! I'M NOT OKAY, OKAY?!" Tears falling from her eyes. "Don't treat me like a child, I don't need your concern."
"We're just trying to help you." Said Cameron. Connor just stared at Amy, he noticed the sadness in her voice and the pain she was going through. Backing away from the table Connor went to Amy but before he reached her she turned and ran.
He hung his head, knowing she needed time.
He knew she wouldn't show to the meeting that night.
They light some old candles and stood together, crying and grieving over the memories of the day "When the World Stopped Turning."
They had survived, moved on and came together.
They resisted Skynet's rule. They resisted. Connor had called them "The Resistance."
The people who had been in the military before Judgment Day like Amy were the core, they ran it.
"We are the core of The Resistance." Amy thought to herself.