Journal 1: New World, Old Pain
I walked toward my house in the Bronx, wondering whether my dog, Kaine, was busy chewing on his ass again. As I looked around, the New York after the takeover was extremely creepy: drones with cameras and high-powered machine guns on them, checkpoints every two and a half miles in every direction, even the news being reported with pro-GKR sentiments left and right. In my view, it was sickening. I entered my house, which had red star wallpaper all around the house, and posters of people honoring Kim Jong-un as though he was a god.
'Stupid. Just totally stupid.' I thought to myself. 'Why do I have to live in this world?'
Just after sitting down, I heard my doorbell ring. I walked to it, cracking my fingers in case it were the GKR asking for donations for their "Noble Cause". I opened the door so that only half of my face could be seen, and on the other side was my friend Kal Min'gyu. He had long white hair in two buns, pale skin, had a thin build, and had blue eyes as though they were made from Neptune. He was North Korean, but he was one of the few that actually hated his own country, and fled here with his mom. Oh, and the fact that he was always confused for a girl, which he used to his advantage every day to piss the GKR off.
"Hey, Wayne. How's it going?" He said, still using that severely obvious accent.
"Hey Kal. Hold on a minute, okay?" I said.
"Sure." Kal replied. I closed the door, unlocked it fully, then opened it again and let him in. Kal was wearing a black and green cheongsam, which was a Chinese dress for women, and black flats. I always wondered whether he was really a female, even when I knew that he was a guy.
"Uh, Wayne? What are you staring at?" Kal asked.
My face suddenly turned red and I started stuttering. "Uh, w-well, I-I-I just, uh...want something to eat?"
Kal smiled warmly, and agreed. I made some sandwiches, and we dug in.
"Wayne, why are you always so nice to my mom and I?" Kal asked suddenly. I didn't really know how to word my response. A year ago, Kal and his mom had fled to here and found a home. Soon after, Kal was picked on by three Chinese boys, when I walked by, kicked their asses, and ran off with Kal toward my house. After that, he somehow was scared of me, but I offered him a tuna sandwich that I had bought from the local sandwich shop near my house. He ate it, and we became friends after that.
"Well, to put it bluntly, I don't like people picking on other people who can't defend themselves." I said. This was a half-truth. I really didn't like it, but I usually wouldn't do it unless there were something in it for me. In a way, that kinda makes me a bastard.
Anyway, Kal took another bite of his sandwich, and soon after, an explosion rocked my house. Kal and I looked at each other, then ran to the door. What we saw was insane. The GKR was firing on some Resistance guys with a vengeance, while three people were running away from a busted school bus. Kal looked around, and picked up a fallen GKR soldier's weapon, which was a rocket launcher, went into the chaos, and fired at a corner of a building, which made rubble collapse in front of some other North Korean soldiers, blocking their path.
At that moment, I had become strangely happy. I could finally free myself from the monotony of the world. I grabbed a machine gun, switched off the safety, and smiled with wicked intent.
"Let's do this." I said.