Friday, April 4, 2008

Its the year 2028, and America has severed relations with all foreign countries and has become

a dictatorship under Empress H. R. Clintos. After her " election " 20 years ago, she declared

herself commander and chief permanently. A few months later, she dissolved the house and

senate.

There had been rumors of war with Europe because of us leaving NATO and the UN and pulling

out of Iraq during a phase of chaos.


Then, it happened.




I woke up to gunfire, explosions, and bright lights. I knew this day would come. I looked out my

window to see hundreds of soldiers clearing buildings, with rifles and grenades flashing. Thanks

to our dictator, all firearms were now illegal. Luckily, I had managed to keep a small .22 target

rifle and a kabar fighting knife by buying off the officers who had searched my home. I grabbed

them and and all the ammo I had and ran outside. A soldier wearing all black in body army was

on my porch, it was the British SAS, the highly trained urban soldiers. I slammed the stock of

my rifle in to his head, rendering him unconscious. I new I couldn't survive with all these men

running around, so I sprinted over to my jeep and sped off.







Sweat was stinging my eyes, as my heart beat pounded in my ears. I searched my mind for what

to do, then it came to me. The National Guard armory! I quickly loaded the name into my GPS

and pushed the pedal to the metal. I arrived fifteen minutes later. There were only two men

there, who were hired as security guards from a local company. They spoke English, but it was

hardy understandable. Probably Hispanic. I quickly tried to tell them what was happening, but

they were completely oblivious to the attack! They were only armed with Glocks, but that's what

the armory

was for. Then suddenly, I heard the roar of a Hummer, They were coming.






The two security guards and I quickly ran to the armory and grabbed the keys from the security

guard who's name tag said Manuel. I was right about their nationality. I quickly ran into the

armory. It was like a heaven for me, guns racked everywhere, no time for drooling though. I

quickly grabbed three vests of body armor and threw two of them to the security guards and

put one on myself. I heard shouting from out side. I told the guards to arm themselves. I

grabbed a M4A1 and a suppressor along with as many magazines as the MOLLE pouches on the

vest could hold. I also grabbed a ACOG scope. I asked the guards if there was a bunker of sorts.

The shouting was getting louder, I saw a guard tower towards the back of the yard outside of the

armory. I grabbed several frag grenades as I ran towards the tower....


* If this gets good feedback I will make more where there is more of a plotline and people talk.

5 comments:

Thrawn said...

Congrats on the new story, Zac.

Debater said...

Hmmm....Pretty good, though I'm not quite sure what it's about.
Like the first person stuff, but it seems to focus on combat and weapons rather than a plot and story.

That's just my initial thoughts, as you wanted feedback, but all in all can't wait to see more! Will it be about "the empire", 'Touche", etc? Should we make a link for it on Imperial theaters? sorry for such a long comment- just interested....

Imperator said...

That was good, here's one thing though:

If you didn't have all those mid sentance spaces it would be easier to read.

Thrawn said...

I think I know the answers to both of your questions, but I'll just answer Imperator's simply because I'm pretty sure Zac wants to answer debater's comment...

The reason the spaces are there was because zac made it double spaced in microsoft word, hoping that it would be easier to read. It didn't turn out very well in Blogger, and he'll probably fix that.

Grenadier said...

I wasn't really focused on a plot yet when I wrote this. I will hopefully incorperate one soon.

I hadn't thought of putting in people from touche..hmm.