I pulled the cocking handle back. One in the chamber. I then removed the magazine and put one more 5.56 round in. I was going to need all thirty-one bullets. For the last time, I mentally examined why I was risking my life for this smallest of chances. It didn't take long for me to realize the answer, as so many more of my countrymen had.
This country, MY country had once been great. Its citizens were free, and it would fight so that other countries' peoples could be too. It was a beacon that shone across Oceans, attracting those who would risk their lives, like me, for freedom. That had all changed. A couple decades ago, horrible events began to transpire that made my country fight exactly what it once stood for. Those had culminated into the happenings of nearly four years ago. Now, the Government monitored citizens every second of their life. All communication devices were tapped, and any dissidents were publicly executed at best, but more likely snatched up ("black bagged") and taken away for torture. Cameras watched us like hawks. And our Government said it was all for our protection.
A group of us looked back to our teenage years, before everything went to shit, and realized what had to be done. We were the generation that allowed these monsters to take power, and we would damn sure be the ones to take them out of power. And now, it is time to make good on our promises.
It's election year 2016. Let's give the American people the change they need.
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Original Shorts
Science FictionThree short responses to a roll thread on /x/ from a long time ago. After the first three are five that I wrote out of the blue during the winter of 2013. Pick the one that interests you most, they can all be read as individuals.
