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I was walking with him side by side down the dry, dirt road. This was the only way out after THEY took control. They had sealed all exits on all boundaries of the city. Except one. The one exit that wasn't guarded, with large men holding AK's ready to shoot anything that dare move, was this dirt road. The reasoning was simple. If you took that road, you'd die anyway.
The desert at the end of the road was so vast that navigation was impossible. You'd be lucky to last more than a day. But THEY didn't care. You weren't complying to THEIR rules. So it wasn't worth THEIR time or effort.
Believe it or not, it wasn't always this way. There was a time a few decades ago, when there was no "THEM". Their little group hadn't been established yet, and the diversity of the world was what kept it in harmony with itself.
But then one day, it all changed when HE came to over throw all rulers. There was mass segregation, but the grouping was unknown. The resistance, my boyfriend and I, are here to stop HIS reign. We fought our way through at least 100 guards to try and make it to where we are today. They were all goons sent by HIM to stop us because HE knows what a threat we can become.
We burned so much energy fighting our way out of here that we can barely walk. I turn to him. "Hey Hunter... We did pretty good today, huh?" I asked. "Yea... We did" he replied groggily. I pick my head up to look straight ahead. I'm so tired I can barely pick my feet up to take another step. My vision was beginning to fade.
"No..." I thought. I could see the black creeping up in my peripherals. "No..." I thought again, "This can't happen! Not now!" I looked up feeling lightheaded and slightly dizzy. It felt as though my world were spinning. "Hunter..." I said with no response. "Hunter..." I said again. Again no response. I gingerly placed my hand on his shoulder. "Hunter it's happening again!" I said.
He looked up. We both stopped walking. I looked at him, my vision getting increasingly worse. I felt my legs give out from under me as I started to fall. "Kara!" Hunter yelled as he whipped his arms out to catch me. He pulled me in craddling me close to his chest. I lay there unable to move. Unable to speak. Unable to even open my eyes.
He picked me up and began carrying me in his arms. It had been a while since we were last in this situation.
"Kara," he said. "When we get out of this hellhole, were going to find you a doctor. You are unwell and its beginning worries me." He walked along dragging his feet carrying me all the while being weak himself. The dust kicked up from the desert was in my face producing a suffocating feeling. This sent me into a deep state of unconsciousness.
But still he trudges on.
Our blood pact.
Mo matter what happens, we WILL defeat "THEM".
We WILL regain control.
Because we are...
The Resistance...
The desert at the end of the road was so vast that navigation was impossible. You'd be lucky to last more than a day. But THEY didn't care. You weren't complying to THEIR rules. So it wasn't worth THEIR time or effort.
Believe it or not, it wasn't always this way. There was a time a few decades ago, when there was no "THEM". Their little group hadn't been established yet, and the diversity of the world was what kept it in harmony with itself.
But then one day, it all changed when HE came to over throw all rulers. There was mass segregation, but the grouping was unknown. The resistance, my boyfriend and I, are here to stop HIS reign. We fought our way through at least 100 guards to try and make it to where we are today. They were all goons sent by HIM to stop us because HE knows what a threat we can become.
We burned so much energy fighting our way out of here that we can barely walk. I turn to him. "Hey Hunter... We did pretty good today, huh?" I asked. "Yea... We did" he replied groggily. I pick my head up to look straight ahead. I'm so tired I can barely pick my feet up to take another step. My vision was beginning to fade.
"No..." I thought. I could see the black creeping up in my peripherals. "No..." I thought again, "This can't happen! Not now!" I looked up feeling lightheaded and slightly dizzy. It felt as though my world were spinning. "Hunter..." I said with no response. "Hunter..." I said again. Again no response. I gingerly placed my hand on his shoulder. "Hunter it's happening again!" I said.
He looked up. We both stopped walking. I looked at him, my vision getting increasingly worse. I felt my legs give out from under me as I started to fall. "Kara!" Hunter yelled as he whipped his arms out to catch me. He pulled me in craddling me close to his chest. I lay there unable to move. Unable to speak. Unable to even open my eyes.
He picked me up and began carrying me in his arms. It had been a while since we were last in this situation.
"Kara," he said. "When we get out of this hellhole, were going to find you a doctor. You are unwell and its beginning worries me." He walked along dragging his feet carrying me all the while being weak himself. The dust kicked up from the desert was in my face producing a suffocating feeling. This sent me into a deep state of unconsciousness.
But still he trudges on.
Our blood pact.
Mo matter what happens, we WILL defeat "THEM".
We WILL regain control.
Because we are...
The Resistance...
Literature
Freedom Forsaken
Once we had freedom,
you and I,
and they say so to us,
but nay,
'tis nothing but a lie.
We try to speak,
but that has been taken.
We try to think,
but our minds fight us.
A stray pinch of free will,
a single errant twitch,
and look!
There we are,
buried in our niche.
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History Profile: The Federal Revolution
The Phobetor Wars
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Prior to the Federal Revolution, the Phobetor Sector was ruled by House Merezh. King Zedan III, the patriarch of the house, was a popular and powerful leader, both with the Imperial court and his people. However
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It Is Hope
Dollar signs swarm like wasps,
Threaten to sting from all directions.
They thicken, become the fog of depression,
The choking, crippling fog, threatening to solidify,
Become the dark abyss, the place knowledge fails
to picture out of pure terror.
But then, a spark.
Will it ignite?
What is it?
Employment? Success?
Happiness?
It is these things and more, yet it is not.
It is hope.
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