Hundreds of Rebels are fighting their way to the White House, many of them armed. They don't have a plan, but they're determined. I fight with them, because I have become a Rebel myself.
I'm armed with my brother's revolver.
Our enemies are the Patriots, those who are still loyal to the American government. They have the military on their side. Humvees with gunners mounted on top guard the front door about a hundred yards away. The rest of them are on foot, all of them armed with rifles or shotguns.
No shots have been fired yet, but there's a lot of hand-to-hand combat going on. People are throwing punches left and right, some are using knives.
I stay back a little bit. I'm only fourteen, so there's a chance I might not escape with my life if I go looking for a fight.
Suddenly, the familiar sound of gunfire erupts from the chaos.
"Get down!" I hear somebody scream.
Bullets zip past over my head. The Humvees have opened fire. I realize they're not trying to hit us, though, just scare us.
I look over to see a Rebel holding something big and metal. I guess he stole a Patriot RPG somehow. Without hesitation, he puts one of the Humvees in his sight and fires. I hear a few screams as the rocket flies over the battle. After a few seconds, it connects with the Humvee. A huge explosion erupts from the front of the vehicle and grows into a mushroom cloud.
After a few seconds of disbelief, both sides open fire.
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Red Flags
Teen FictionAfter a few measly conspiracies are revealed to the public, all Hell breaks loose. Rioters fill the streets, looking for the blood of the American Government. The violence continues to escalate until America finds itself in a second Civil War.
