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8

I had been spending the night with the gang at the dinner. We were all just chilling in the front lounge. It was almost about midnight, when we saw a massive white light in the distance.
"Trigger!?" I hear someone scream in my ear. I lightly screamed in shock, and from how loud they yelled. "Trigger where are you? We're under really heavy attack. I don't know how long we can hold up." I hear someone say loudly. I hear ray gun, and our own gun fire. I stand up and walk to the window in aw as more lights appear.
"Trigger to base. This is officer Way. I repeat this is officer Alex Way. Terminal come in. Trigger to base. Anyone?" I say to my earpiece as I hold my finger to it. It just goes to static dead air. "no." I say as I see an explosion. I instantly run outside and drive to the base. The closer I get, the more I wish I hadn't of came, or should have been here the entire time. I pull over and start throwing bombs. Then I find a capsule in my pocket I never thought I would have to use. "To anyone who can hear me. Gas masks on. This is officer Alex Way, and I'm ending this in flames right now, I'm gassing the place." I say into my earpiece. I run to the main computer, and put the walls up. I saw the guys from the dinner base start getting closer, but I shut all walls before they can get in. I see the odd other officer put a gas mask on, then I pop in and throw the deadly capsule. Yellow gas covers all of our sight. Nobody can see even the BLI lights. I grab the closest gun close to me, and my small hand gun, load as many bullets I can find, and head into the gas.

The next thing I know, I'm wakng up to ash and dust on the ground around a pile of dead bodies. I while the sweet and slight rust from some old metal off my eyebrow. I run around and try to find any survivors. There was none. I watch as the walls start to go down automatically and keep looking for anyone. What happened to me? I don't remember anything about what happened after I walked into the gas. I go to the main computer I pull up each soldier's chip strengths. Each person on our side wore a chip that showed each persons heart rate level. It was blank except for one. Mine. I can't be the only survivor can I? I curl up in a ball and hide under the table. I'm not one for running and hiding, but my brothers were all just killed. No. I can't be weak. I have to be strong. For them. I will honour them. I will get revenge, for them. Better living will pay for going after them. They will pay. And they will pay in lives. Nobody is incident they is involved with better living. Everyone has a choice, and they all chose death in my books.

I step outside furious. I see they guys from the dinner looking around in shock. I got to a compartment we have, we knew there wouldn't not be any deaths, so we made a holding place for the dead. A burial place, where their names were put into a file and their body's would lie there forever. I pushed all of their bodies into the whole, and put all names on our roster, except mine on the file. I then started cleaning up. All BLI bodies were thrown outside the main gate.
"Alex? What are you doing?" I here jet ask.
"Better living is gonna pay by my hand. I'm getting started as soon as I can." I say as I make piles of guns. It was time I put my military articles training to use. Anything that could still have a use or that could be used for anything at all was placed in piles.
"Alex, stop." Max says grabbing my arm as I start getting frustrated and literally chucking the pieces at the piles.
"No. This has been my home for four years! I'm not letting them get away with invading my home, killing my brothers, and think I got they can get away with any of this!" I yells as I rip my arm from his grasp. I decide to work inside instead for now.
I get all electricity working, and hardware online again. I swept up all the living quarters, and made each bed. Ok, I may have a little problem. Ok maybe a big problem, but I'm not talking about it...not yet at least.

Once I got the inside all cleaned up I walked up to my old floor. I saw the guys all sitting in a circle looking at stuff. My stuff. My letters I had wrote to them. Looks like they hadn't opened the pile yet. I walked up and snatched the letters from Hayden. He gasped and looked up at me in shock.
"No no. Mine." I tell him as I put them in a box on a tall shelf that fun couldn't reach.
"But. But our names are on them. Why are names on them Lexi? Why can't we see them?" He pouts.
"They're the letters I wrote while I couldn't send them. Anything I wanted to say at the time I would write as if I would mail them too you guys. They got your names on them cause I pretended I was gonna send them when I would write them. You can't see them cause that was the past and a dark time that I don't want to talk about." I say as I poke his forehead. He still pouts. "Ugh~ fine." I say as I hand out all the letters to the people whose names were on them.
"Can I read my out loud?" Hayden asks.
"Just this one." I say pointing to one of his letters. I then walked to the lower living quarters, and pulled out the photo boxes. I started going through the many photos of my many happy memories in the force and every good moment we had documented. Daytona always said, one day we may not be able to remember a good moment we had, we should document every good time because there may be a day where there is no more. He literally took photos of every good or happy moment. As I looked through the photos a heard Hayden start reading.
"Hayden,
Things here have never been the same. It seems our governor and commander have decided to join the new uprising army. I'm unsure if you've heard of them yet, but they are called better living industries. They are in fact pretty much identical to the better living from the dangers era MCR had. I miss being home a lot. I miss being able to cross the road and see everyone. I miss being with my family and hanging out with everyone. I remember the first day we met. My first tour, and how you guys had found me watching the stars and thought I was asleep. Do you remember that day? How the next day all of warped tour had fallen into the kids bus door looking for me? I do miss the days like that.
The other soldiers here, mostly in my group though, have also become my brothers. There aren't any other girls that I have met up here. The guys in my group and some other make sure I don't feel uncomfortable and no soldier made me feel weird. When I think of how these guys here and how I fit in, I think of when we would hang out all the time. I get homesick a lot, but then my friends here make sure to show me something new here so I don't feel as bad.
We have been moved to a different base now, in Texas. Any soldiers that are against better living are considered rebels and moved here. Most of the world has agreed to join BLI, but there are rebels all over now. We found the pills they are giving people, have the affect to control others. Many of us here are scared to take medical assistance, or food that was brought in from anywhere except for here. Things have gotten bad. I just want to come home, but I fear I could be taken and forced to join BLI. I hope this ends soon so I can come back, I'm scared to leave the base now. I'm scared and just want things to return back to normal. Maybe I should have never joined the army. I now don't think I should have joined in the first place.
I miss home. If you guys could, I would say you could come drag my ass home just like you all said you could when I first left.
Today we have lost 4 men. I hate standing here, and watching my brothers drop dead everyday. More and more men die each day and I dread waking up anymore. I wish that one day, I just won't wake up from my sleep. Many fear going to bed every night, including me, but if I'm forced to do so, then I only wish to not wake up.
More and more of my brothers have fallen, and I can only think that one day, that will be me, or MK, or Daytona, or that might be anyone at home if they rebel like I know they will. I dread waking up in fear I will have to watch my closest brothers from my first group drop dead and never wake up again. It pains me to go outside the gates and see a face that I had just finished eating with, or had just finished talking with, laying lifeless and dead before me with blood rushing out of their white body. The red of their blood seems to turn out to be the only colour on their pale dead body, all other colour seems to fade from even their clothes and it shows as if a massive wake up call, yet nobody seems to be answering.

Today, myself and a few other soldiers were on watch. The other men and I were quite good friends. I had spent the last week just hanging out with them, we had become quite close now. Yet there never seems to be very long of silence in the cold dessert. Before I could blink, it seemed my brothers who were each standing on either side of me had just dropped and all colour had been drained do from them. When I looked over there was nobody there. The convict has run after they hit their marks and it pained me. I was forced to watch as my previously very close brothers had just dropped before my eyes as if some had just snapped their fingers and they were taken from me. These few months now, I have started to wish when I go outside that the convict will stop only aiming for my brothers and may even aim at me for once so that maybe I may take the place of maybe just one of my brothers in arms. It seems the only target is the other soldiers and I may become the only survivor here in the end. Although knowing the dangers out here, and me being myself, that chance seems almost very unlikely.
Days become uncertain here. Everyone knows that if they wake up in the morning, they may die, that the entire day can not be planned anymore. I know that every day now that when I wake up, I dread having to walk outside of my room to see which of my brothers that I had just spoke with before I had turned in, or joked around with, laid dead, and I would never speak to again.
Here, we all know that each day should have something special to it, because in the morning you could be found dead on the base door steps.
I wonder everyday about back home. What the weathers like. If anyone would be playing a show right then. If everyone even still even lives in the same place. Thoughts run through my head everyday. Thoughts I wish I could just talk to you in person about.
Nobody here seems to know of anyone with depression or what it even is. I have been asked about my scars many times, I just tell them I wasn't the most stable, they think of it as physicals rather than mentally so it works out alright. Sometimes I reach for my smallest knife,and think about cutting again, I keep wondering if I should, but luckily set it back.
I feel like I need some guidance mentally here, nobody here knows anything about things like that, I fear if I try to speak about how I feel and my mental issues, I may be left in the sand. I wish I had someone from home here a lot just for someone to talk to, like old times.
I miss the old times. Remember when I first came to school? I miss times when we would hang out like that. I miss touring. I miss when uncle G and Frank would come and wake me up at horrible times from my sleep just cause they could. When they would jump on my bed on Christmas so I would hurry up and they could open their presents. I miss when uncle bob would come and pull them away from me just so I could sleep. When uncle bob and I would hang out. I miss when uncle ray got a tiara stuck in his fro cause he wanted to be a princess so dad got him one. I miss when you, max, Dylan, the twins, and Sam would all try and lay on top of me in my bunk and squish me for fun. I miss when dad and uncle ray would yell no boys over that wasn't part of a bands family, or no boys over unless they had met them.
I miss home. But I couldn't leave here even if I was allowed. I just want to be home again Hayden. I want to have you visit me so we can just talk, or mess around and hang out for fun. I don't have times like that anymore. Everything here seems almost fully serious. I have started to box myself up again and never speak about how I feel anymore. Over time, I have now found, I'm not as strong as I used to be. In Fact, I'm not that strong at all. I just wish I didn't have to do something like thins because I'm not actually

Anyway, I should probably go. Bye Hayden. Tell everyone I miss them also, and I hope I can just come home as soon as soon as possible.
In memory,
Alex." He finished. I looked up from the pictures to find the guys all in the doorway watching me with tears in their eyes. I set the photos back in the box and started walking towards them. Hayden was at the front of everyone and held his arms open to me. I then ran straight into his embrace and started crying my heart out for everything. Everything I held in for the last while, I cried out as he held me. I really needed them. All of them. For a very long time.