After months of troubling reports from the probes and missions sent out into the solar system, including the disappearance of the first men on Mars, and finally, the knocking out of anything in orbit around earth, the world is in choas as people scramble to fix the problems and some claim the alien invasion so many sci-fi stories had talked about had arrived. The day is the 21st of December, the sanest, safest day on Earth for a very long time... Wayne sat inside his tent in the countryside, nobody had listened to him. He remembered back when he was 12 and he and a friend where discussing this very thing, the invasion of Earth...by the Brotherhood...The news reports of what was happening in outer space sounded oh too familiar, so he packed his essentials, his guns and ammo(a 30-06 rifle from his dad and a 9mm pistol), and left. He was in the middle of west Texas, where he was certain no Brotherhood attack would come, as he remembered the Brotherhood being city focused in their attacks, and once they got into the countryside, they became much easier enemies. Slightly, he prayed he was wrong and it was all just a weird coincidence...
Mike finished his coffee and was about to head out for a job interview at centre parks in Sherwood forest. Other than that he got a job in the reserves and was listening to the radio that was situated in the kitchen. He switched it off checked his tie and headed out, hoping that the 6th time was the charm.
(Sorry that i'm late. Had heaps of RL stuff happening. I apologize if I held this back.) Rachel Walker was in the middle of Elizabeth, a major town heading towards the city of Adelaide to the south or to the town of Gawler and the nearby Barossa Valley up to the north. She was in the car park of the shopping center nearby, just leaving to head back towards her home. She had the feeling that something was wrong, with her cell-phone going crazy for some unknown reason during the past few days. Her radio worked and the television still worked, but anything she wanted to watch over the satellite simply failed to work. She thought of something that could have been causing these problems. Solar radiation having an effect on these satellites, the communications of the team on Mars suddenly going silent, and then her cellphone failing to call anybody interstate. There was something very wrong happening. She rushed home and decided to find supplies and her rifle from underneath her bed, after she got her license when she was younger. Preparing for the worst. (Gun laws in Australia are VERY different then America and the rest of the world. I've always wanted a rifle for Hunting purposes, but getting that rifle would take me years due to legal and political crap. *Sigh*)
(Please excuse me if I'm late) Desmond just had finished repairing some strangers engine for eleven-hundred dollars. He had been stocking up on food and money, keeping in touch with his neighbors. Des lived around Barbara Bush elementary, which was closed down now due to pesticides being released during the school hours. His little brother, the only family he had died because of that incident. The idiot who did it was practically insane, being a satanist and a rapist. Desmond tracked the man down one day and killed him, leaving no trace that he was there what so ever. Desmond lived in a townhouse, where him and some of the neighbors would get together and share a beers or so and trade several things. Their houses were connected by hallways, which were built so when something happens in one house (Floods, terrible roof leaks, etc.) that one person would go over and ask to stay the night. Desmond had just got home, and went up stairs in his two story town house. He went to his bedroom and plopped down on the bed, turning his playstation 3 on. He got up remembering what he had to do everyday. Des walked to the kitchen and opened a chest that was built into the wooden floor. In it were three pistols and plenty of mags ammunition. He checked each and every magazine, making sure the bullets weren't loose. The reason he had these three guns was for protection, and at the same time he had license for them. He closed the chest and locked it, followed by covering it with a blue kitchen rug.
(Careful where you go with that "killed a guy and got away with it" Blade. Remember, the general idea is normal people. But it could lead to interesting events later so you can keep it, just...be careful with it.) Wayne sighs as he looked up into the sky, the sun setting, as he looked down at his watch, "If I'm right...It'll begin at midnight GMT..." He mutters to himself, the current time being 17:59 CST, meaning any second now, his radio would come to life as reports flooded in. The seconds crawled by, the time reach 00:02 GMT with nothing. Then, his radio that had been playing slow country music suddenly blared with a siren, followed by the DJ's voice, "Sorry to interrupt the music, but reports are coming in from major cities across the globe off sudden and swift attacks and bombing runs by planes estimated to be going about Mach 4, and observations report a massive...alien fleet orbiting our planet. So far; New York, Los Angeles, Seattle, Chicago, Toronto, Ottawa, Mexico City, London, Belfast, Paris, Orleans, Bejing, Shanghai, and Hong Kong have reported these bombing runs, with explosives being dropped on them far more powerful than anything they know of. Again, Earth...is under attack...." Wayne tightens his grip on his rifle, "And so it begins..." He muttered, a tear of sadness rolling down his cheek
Mike was driving back after spending the day at centre parks. Then right in the middle of a song it quickly switched straight to the news. It was something about cities being bombed across the globe so Mike instantly thought it was some sort of terrorist plot but then of course he looked out the window. Noticing a bunch of strange silhouettes, Mike began to phone everyone he could, from his family in Derby to his old army buddies still stationed over in Afghanistan. What he told his old squad mates was something he never thought they would have to do... Work with the enemy. After that was done and he noticed they were heading towards Birmingham, Liverpool and Edinburgh Mike quickly changed lanes and drove to his old army base to see if they would need reserves in this war straight out of H.G Wells imagination.
Desmond had his stereo playing while he was playing Halo Reach on his Xbox. The radio playing Disturbed had stopped and started to play an emergency broad cast. He didn't know what to think of it, the only thing to do for now, was leave. He turned the xbox off and unplugged it, along with the ps3. He grabbed the boxes out for anything he needed and had put it away. Des looked at his watch, "I need to hurry." After packing game systems, books and miscellaneous items into his truck, he hurried to pack up ammunition, guns, and food. He grabbed what he could, things that were needed. Desmond made sure he had items he needed, ranging from survival to entertainment. He walked back into the house and grabbed his three pistols, making sure they were loaded. Desmond turned all lights off, locked the door behind himself and got into the truck, turning it on. He backed out of the drive way and left.
(1: it's really kinda early for resistance groups, 2); staying in the city would be to sign your death warrant, 3): I doubt they would be able to put up much of a fight before being rounded up and killed considering the Brotherhood is thousands upon thousands of years more advanced, at least for right now.)
Rachel heard a sudden news intermission upon hearing that....aliens are invading earth. Most of Earth's major cities were under attack, and figured that it wont be long before Sydney or Melbourne would be under attack. The moment they are attacked, Adelaide would be next. She knew fully well that Humanity would be annihilated from such an attack, and staying in the city is suicidal. Packing what she needed to survive in her car, she made her way down onto the Highway moments before it was clogged with traffic and headed North. She knew of a friend up north who used to undergo post-apoocalyptic scenarios, and had done everything he ever did to ensure him and his family survived. Since she was really close friends with him, she was allowed to know the location of a huge area of privately owned land so remotely isolated that it could swiftly be turned into a giant fortress. Even through she is likely to be killed due to putting up a fight, she had no where else to go.
Desmond drove down the highway out of Grand Prairie. He knew that if he had stayed he would most likely be dead, but on the other hand leaving is no problem. He had a 1997 Ford Explorer, it was dark green but was in perfect condition. It was fully fueled up. Des continued to drive down the highway drinking a bottle of Frapinchino (coffee), making sure to concentrate mainly on the road. He had no where to go. He had no family, friends, nor did he have anyone he barely knew. All Desmond did in his life was repair, repair, and repair. He got wealthy off of it too! Desmond continued down the road to escape to somewhere, but luckily, that somewhere was his truck. He had blankets and supplies that he could use including pillows and clothing. He had brought his five PSP's (Play station portable) with him, but also had the car chargers for them, including his phone.
(I can post at school; yaaaay) Wayne sat thinking about the Brotherian stradegy, "Encircle, bombard, mass, and hunt..." He muttered to himself, "This doesn't make sense, why are they bombarding first? Unless...Oh no.." Then, as if for confirmation, the radio suddenly blared out another warning, "To those with family in city centers, tell them DO NOT LEAVE, I repeat, DO NOT LEAVE. Those fleeing the bombardment on the cities have reportedly found themselves attacked by strange red zeppelin like craft that seem to act as these invaders AC-130's, firing explosive and incendiary rounds down onto those on the highway to trap them before continuing with blowing up as many vechiles and people as possible. These zeppelins have often attacked in groups of 5 and refuse to go down after being shot with any kind of weapon, while any aircraft capability deployable to combat these zeppelins get shot down by the mysterious planes that seem to be immensely superior to even our best aircraft, not even our stealth craft have seemed to go unseen. Then, after the devestating attacks from the zepplins, men with fiery red hair have been reported spilling from them and swarming the wreckage, killing all those left. They have reportedly then made their way towards the target city and surrounded them. Officials say the best course of action is t-" the radio suddenly cut out, no static, just silence. Wayne's eyes grew wide as he realized what they had done, "We've been EMP'ed..."
The fires of Adelaide arched into the sky behind her, watching the city go up in flames. She was strangely by herself, her early awareness of the attack saving her life as fewer cars began to appear onto the road. Within the next hour, she was the only one left on a once crowded highway in the middle of a desert. She arrived at the location she was told about at nightfall, hundreds of kilometres from any form of life.
Desmond was listening to the radio as it was cut off, no static what so ever, just the dead silence. He's played many games and watched many movies and has studied the U.S. bombs, "Oh my god, those idiots are insane. If there are people trying to get OUT of the city why use an EMP?" Of course, this was Desmond talking, it didn't really make any sense to him why they dropped an EMP bomb in the first place. His truck just simply stopped working, and he was stranded in the middle of the country, no life but the plants and animals. He opened his truck and took a step out, stretching his muscles. If they threw an EMP, that means no music nor PSP, he didn't need anything but books, his guns, stuff like that... "Why am I a city boy?" Desmond asked himself, displeased about the whole Emp situation, meaning he would have to travel on foot. HE opened the trunk, and dug through his inventory for what he needed to survive. He found his pistols plus 7 mags for them, fully loaded. He also found several items that he would need, so, he decided to grab an old backpack he had had since high school. Desmond packed what he actually needed, some cook and survival books, a pan and a small pot, some spices for when he finds and cooks some form of food, etc. He closed the trunk, and walked off, taking the keys with him for some unknown reason. As Desmond traveled down the road, he noticed that there were to very many animals, there was the occasional field mouse or jack rabbit, but nothing but thin highway and land. He continued down the road wanting to get as far away as possible from the city.
Mike was almost to his old army base by about 8 and a half roads when the EMP struck. He tried to restart it for 5 minutes but it still didn't work, after that mike simply grabbed a Torch from the glove compartment, a few batteries and a map. Hopefully he thought this along with his own applied force would be useful as a blunt weapon for the time being plus it could light the way, even though it was currently 5am over in England so of course wouldn't necessarily need it in about 2-3 hours time. After that was done he began walking noticing a feint orange glow and smoke coming from the base's direction. "S@!*, They cant have. Hopefully its just bombed and not occupied just yet." With a sheer look of disbelief, confusion and anger Mike carried on. Sticking to the Forested side of the road instead of straight in the middle.
Wayne looked around the empty feild he was in, alone. Then, a thought crossed his mind as he looked around, "If I predicted this invasion,.." He muttered, getting up and gathering up his supplies. As he slung his backpack on and held the gun in a rest position, then a sound roared out as a Novan space fighter cruised overhead, slowing to a hover as it spotted him. "Saber..." He muttered, staring at the dual winged craft in awe and fear, knowing it was too late to run. The Saber slowly lowered to the ground and the two Novans hoped out, approaching him guns drawn. "You don't want to do this. I know neither of you two wanted to be a part of this." He said in a slighty calm voice, but was scared overall, hoping beyond hope that he could talk his way out with his knowledge of Brotheria. "So? Put down your weapon!" One demanded in what he thought was Novan, but was English to Wayne. "How's relations with Fantasa and Zim going?" He asked, slowly approaching the two, who seemed confused at a human asking them these questions, no human should know about them besides... Wayne gives them a confident look as they seemed to reconsider, before breathing and swinging his rifle forward to take advantage of their faltering, shooting them in the kneecap as he didn't want to kill them, quickly disarming them and hoping into their Saber, whose controls he had designed himself long ago, so he had no trouble in getting the craft off the ground and zooming away, to where, he didn't know, but hopefully he could find some major government official...
As he approached the smouldering ruins of the army base Mike sighed. The place he once trained now turned to rubble. As he heard the familiar sound of his troop sergeant still fighting but he didnt know how long. Then as he climbed over the perimeter fence he heard a sound not like any human gun sound and then silence. Mike then decided to wait in some nearby bushes hoping they didn't have any heat vision.
After quite awhile of flying as it seemed to him, a sudden, human broadcast overtook the commands from Brotherian forces. "Land your craft immediately or face immediate destruction alien." The voice commanded. Wayne smiled and pressed the respond button, "This is no Brotherian, I am human, American citizen. And I come bearing a gift." He replied. "How the hell are you flying one of their craft?! Nevermind, land immediately. We'll extract you for questioning immediately." Wayne nodded slowly and brought the Saber down in what seemed to be a forest, but a mouth opened up to reveal what was likely a helicopter landing zone. Upon landing, several American soldiers surrounded his Saber, weapons drawn and pointing at him. Popping open the canopy, he waved at them in reply, "Hey guys!"
Desmond, walking and walking and walking, didn't know how far he was going to walk. Luckily, in the distance there was what looked like a gas station. He ran, fully sprinting towards the small building with his pistol in his hand. As he neared the building, he could see that there were no vehicles. He stopped to a slow jog, checking his surroundings. Nothing. Desmond made it the gas station, and on the door of the gas station was a sign that said "closed." Desmond tried opening the door, but it was locked. So, He decided to bust open the window and unlock it. As the door slowly opened, Desmond had his pistol ready, just incase he walked in on something or someone. He checked the whole building, and nothing. There were plenty of supplies on the shelves, and the drinks were still cold. Desmond knew he had to head back to the truck, but the needed to not be cramped in a vehicle. He needed somewhere to rest, and this gas stain was the perfect spot.
