September 5th, 2120
After an endless night, the sun rays finally pierced through the window telling me it was time to go. I let it warm up my body for a few seconds before I shoved my belongings into my backpack and ate my last water crackers. That would probably be my last meal for a long time so I did not bother with its moldy taste. As I was about to leave the decaying building I heard a distant, familiar noise.
Whatever it was, it definitely was approaching me. I was able to recognize it only after it was nearly a hundred meters distant. I panicked as I heard the roaring engines of the military jeeps get closer and closer. One, two, three, maybe more? There was no time left. I wore my hood, raised my bandana and hopped through the window. After I landed softly on the ground, I dashed to the dense forest behind the small village I was.
As I ran into a branch, it ripped my sweatshirt and deeply scratched my skin, staining blood on the leaves. I lurked behind a large bush and laid down my backpack. My hands shivered as I unslung my Viktor 9 mm submachine gun and flicked the safety lock. I counted five vehicles as they parked right next to the building I was a minute ago.
If the Peacemakers caught me, I would be charged as a terrorist by the court of justice. As terrorism was considered a high crime, I would be sent to a labor camp, if not publicly executed. The Peacemakers were the elite of the Cisperian military forces, sent only for the capture of top priority targets of the High Council. The Senate granted them unlimited resources and immunity, reason of their fame as unsparing and invincible.
Around, twenty of the troopers disembarked the armored vehicles. The Peacemakers could be easily recognizable due to their imposing dark uniform. A balaclava and a FAST helmet with night vision gear attached to it. The soldiers had the default Cisperian military dress, but instead of green, it was black. And instead of the army patch; the uniform showcased a skull. They shattered the building’s front door and in a matter of seconds; had cleared the whole place. As they were done, they lined up outside and waited for further instructions.
That was my chance. I had only one option if I wanted to survive. No one in good conscience would have hoped to overcome twenty heavily armed Peacemakers alone. Except that I was no one and had nothing to lose. I took a deep breath and aimed at the formation. I fired the submachine gun, hitting one of them right in his forehead. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the military uniform of the deceased and his colleagues.
The troopers in line took some time to realize what was happening, but not quick enough to react to my flawless aim. I watched as the mighty Peacemakers fell to the ground one by one. The ones that survived or were out of my reach located me by the Viktor’s alternated flash, easily distinguishable amongst the dark forest.
The last thing I saw before slinging my weapon and sprinting out of there was a soldier on top of a jeep, rotating a .50 caliber weapon to my direction. They sure were not sparing resources in the attempt to catch me. I could only hear the whizzing sound of bullets as I ran as fast as I could, whisking my backpack deeper in the forest. If I kept running, they would certainly reach me soon, so instead, I climbed up a tree and silently waited for them.
After several minutes, I spotted a small fire team approaching me. Once again I aimed my Viktor at one of the soldiers and fired straight at his chest. He took his hands to the wound staining them with blood, then falling to the ground, unconscious. I fired against the remaining confused soldiers that seemed not to know what hit them. After assuring there was no one else around, I slid my backpack to the ground and climbed down the tree. A voice came out of the radio of the deceased soldier.
“Unit 023, what is the situation of the Night Fox? Unit 023, respond!”
I crawled over to the radio and flicked it on.
“This is unit 023, the area is clear. Target evaded arrest,” I said with the most convincing voice I had.
“Understood, return to your mobile unit and resume the search for the target, over.” replied the voice.
I grabbed the radio and smashed it against a rock, breaking it in tons of pieces that spread across the grass. After taking the trooper’s night vision gear and wearing my backpack, I ran out of there through the forest.
By the time I saw a city I had walked for over twenty kilometers. In Cisperland, every large city is surrounded by metallic walls that protect the city against invasions. They were patrolled by the Cisperian’s military and had gates six meters tall. The cities grew unplanned so instead of large wide streets, there were alleys spread across the place.
The alleys further from the supply center were the worst. These were the meeting point of the resistance, a self-entitled group. Using drug dealing and child prostitution to finance their actions, they rapidly grew in Cisperland. Despite that, the military ignored it since the owners of these places pay the city officers to keep patrols away. As I got closer to the gate, I saw a sign written “South Gate”. Getting through the security proofed to be easy mainly since the gates were flooded with people.
After I was inside, I turned right and stopped at a small alley so I could recover myself. As I leaned against the wall, I took off my hood and pulled down my bandana. I drank the last bit of water I had been saving on my flask then grabbed a handmade map.
Pointlessly, I ran my fingers through the paper trying to find where I was. Despite being dangerous to expose myself, I decided to ask someone. Otherwise, I would get even more lost than I already was. I put the map and the water bottler away and walked out of the alley
The ruthless and putrid smelling indicated I was in the market area. The surrounding people headed to the Supply Center. Once or twice a month the government sent a convoy to the cities with rations and stocks. These were then distributed to the residents on the so-called “Ration Day”. I went with the flow.
A couple guards were ahead of me and I quickly turned my face away. They noticed my unexpected movement, eyeing me suspiciously and walking over to my direction ready to unclip their batons.
I spun around sticking my hands in the sweatshirt pockets, holding tight a combat knife. The soldiers began to follow me and I started to walk faster in the opposite direction, stumbling upon other people. The crowd made way for the soldiers as I sprinted across the alley pushing others. Until I saw a tight alley on my left side and dashed straight to it. After following it for a few meters, I prepared to fight the guards.
p.s: hi this is sir robert.
Despite not being done, I hope you enjoyed this work-in-progress half-chapter! I am open for constructive criticism, mostly because this is my first proper story... Please be harsh and roast me senpai.
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