I wake up for my night shift. The sun is starting to slide into the horizon; It is humid outside. I pick up my AK47, walking down from my motel room and into the lobby. I ask for some breakfast left overs. He says someone got a deer, so I ask for some cooked venison. I sit down next to the 3 guys I like the most.
Everyone from my group actually were from my older one in the American forces that fought in Iraq and Afganistan. We know each other, but since we were some shadow, no one really wanted us, liked us, or really trusted us. I get it. We used to be the enemy. We actually escaped from one of the raids in New York for the little zone we had set up down in LA. We decided to steal a helicopter and fly over to California. Problem is, we came across the Fireflies, joining them, then noticing after recruitment we were fighting against our own guys, NATO people. We all sucked it all up and kept fighting. The cause was a good cause.
