Mmmm?Lasagne. Ok anyway.
-Chapter 1---Waking into a nightmare?
Two corpses lay beside one another, each on shot in the head by a combine sniper rifle. The rear wall of the run down apartment was covered in brain matter and a cupboard had toppled onto its front, its doors shattered by the impact. It was now a coffin for a sleeping man.
Marks eyes peeled open to see nothing but darkness. The sleep crust surrounded his eyelids and he reached up to brush it away. His elbow knocked the side of the wooden enclosure. He paused, reaching upwards to feel the backside of the wardrobe, now the top of his hiding place. He pushed on it and the cupboard shifted on the floorboards emitting a loud creak. He paused again, lifting his knees so that they were pressed against the wooden top and forced it off of him.
The morning sunlight ripped through the apartment giving it a warm orange glow. The battered sofa had been tipped over by the combine during the raid. The two bodies brought back the memory of what had happened.
Mark, his roommate Todd and Lisa, his girlfriend had been planning on moving out of the city and joining a small resistance crew led by a friend on the outskirts. Todd?s brother Daniel had contacted him the day before not realising the line was tapped. The combine raid came shortly after.
The metro police stormed the apartment with stun batons. While the three friends successfully held them back with household items none of them had noticed the blue beam seeking out its target from across the street. Lisa was the first to die. A shot to the left eye killed her instantly. As she collapsed Mark dove to catch her. The shot that was meant for him missed by mere millimetres and struck Todd in the temple. Mark, now alone and crying, curled up on the floor and waited to die. The metro cops approached and engaged their stun batons. The first strike across the back of Marks head knocked him onto his back, the second smashed his nose and he blacked out. He could just make out some radio chatter from one of the officer?s radios. Something about a ?Free man? being nearby and they rushed away in a hurry. A final grunt smashed his baton against a cupboard, which toppled and fell onto the helpless body.
With his best friend and fianc? dead and left for dead himself Mark was going to get revenge or at least kill the squad that raided his apartment. He had been reciting the squadron name to himself while lying under the cupboard.
?Patrol Unit: Delta One Forty Seven.?
He looked at the pale faces of his friends his eyes fixed on Lisa?s engagement ring. He had proposed many years ago before the ?7-hour war? started. They promised to protect each other and they would wed when this was all over. He felt a tear forming in his eye. He rubbed it away quickly. He had grieved enough for now. He had a much more demanding task to deal with. Getting out of City 17 alive. He ran to the closet and opened an old toolbox. Taking out a wrench he grinned to himself and bolted out of the door.
Usually the hallway would be well lit and chattering would be heard from all the apartments. However now the combine had cleared it out, killing the weak and frail while ?collecting? the strong and intelligent. The name ?Nova Prospekt? had been thrown about several times in the past. It was a prison on the coast that had been occupied by the combine a few weeks earlier.
Down the stairwell and out of the front door Mark could smell smoke and the clapping sound of machineguns and loud explosions were all that could be heard. The Citadel was on full alert, its mechanisms and wires all in motion, throwing dust and grit up into the air.
Marks apartment block was on a T-junction. He now had three options to go with the three routes away from his home. To the left was a train yard, which then led on to five miles of cargo shipping canals. This is where Todd?s brother Daniel?s resistance thrived. The right hand route led into the cities old business complex towards the towering Citadel. The final route was straight on which led to an industrial district, where the gunfire was coming from. The resistance had obviously spread the word through the entire city. Rubbing the claws on the wrench in his left hand Mark decided what to do.
A) Go left towards the canals and Dan?s resistance.
B) Go right towards the CBD and the Citadel.
C) Go straight on towards the industrial zone and the fighting.