posted on Dec, 6 2003 @ 10:30 AM
Chris and Paul had could do nothing but sit in their hiding place in the rouble and watch the mayhem. Half a dozen more of the soldier looking men
joined those already battling the hellish death maching that had nearly killed them. The soldiers didn't have a uniform but they each had a similar
style of clothes, plain black and dark red garments, all with a number written on the shoulder area in white. They appeared to be some sort of well
organised guerilla force. Many of them were being slain down by the large machine gun that the machine had, "This is like something out of a frickin
movie," Paul wailed almost hysterically. Suddenly one of the rebels appeared with a shoulder held rocket launcher. The large machine quickly turned
towards the guy but it was too late. The missile shot off in a blur of smoke and the mahcine exploded, hitting the floor in a wave of sparks and
flame. The rebels cheered.
"Are these the good guys?" Paul asked Chris in a shaky voice.
"I'm not sure, I don't know what to think anymore."
The two fell silent again and overheard the nearby soldiers conversation.
"How many more of them do you think there are? The first soldier said,
"They are out there waiting for us. We got heavy losses.."
The second soldier, who was alot taller than the first interupts,
"Wheren't there people here? I was sure I saw two people running away from the X2S5. HEY, ANYBODY AROUND, IT'S SAFE TO COME OUT!" His voice echoed
around the silent and desolate area of Manhatten. "What do we do," Paul said anxiously.
"I'm thinking," Chris said, "I think we should talk to them." Chris got up and started to shout, "Hay over here!"
"what are you doing," Paul said with fear in his voice, "They might kill us."
Chris continued to shout adn the men approached them. The tall soldier who had shouted them stepped forward into the rubble, stood silent for a
moment, then began to talk, "Welcome to the resistance."