Time: 17:56
Date: 12/24/2047
Location: Kostroma, Russia
General Thomas C. Klining was not having a good day.
First, the stupid power decided to go out. That then managed to set off a chain reaction that landed him into a rickety chair, freezing his ass off. "F#cking Russians." he thought while staring at the thermometer in front of him.
-2 degrees. Celsius. "Dang, they really just can't fix anything," he muttered to himself. The technicians were supposed to come today, that was their job. "Must have been the blizzard, eh old Klining," he thought.
He was thirty-four years old. An elderly goof off to the newbies. With the U.S bombing Russia recently, the world was in turmoil. Of course, the young ones wanted to join at first. "Patriotism and all of that bull." No one knew the nuclear capabilities of Russia then. After the first bombing of Long Island, the young people didn't know what to do. To defend your country and surely die, or to stay at home and live in what the world would become?
But the U.S was losing soldiers - fast. "The United States was the fat boxer who thought he had won it all, but the underdog, Russia, knocked it on it's ass," as Klining's father used to say. The uncertainty of the late teens grew into horror, and horror turned into nightmares, and nightmares turned into chaos.
The draft was started again. Clean-clothed soldiers with sharp looks took the sons and daughters of anyone - not just the poor, but the rich, the middle class, everyone except the disabled - until the draft expanded. The disabled and kids with incredibly low problem solving skills were also shipped off to Russia, and chaos unfolded once again- in Russian battlefields.
"Enough with that, Thom," he chastised to himself. You shouldn't be thinking like that.
Just then, a cadet came in that Thomas knew. Jimmy or James or something like that.
"Private John Cardign, Sir." He saluted.
"When did you-" He was cut off
"Not enough time, Sir. The airbase has been attacked."
Thomas then noticed that John was bloodied and spoke breathlessly. "What happened to him," he thought.
As if he was reading Thomas' mind, John said "I was there with Randy and we got attacked and they're coming here for y-,"
"Okay, hold up repeat that so I can actually-."
"NOT ENOUGH TIME! THEY ARE COMING.""Alright, alright then, I'm coming, I'm coming." Thomas hurriedly put on his jacket and goggles and headed out into the dark, smoggy place that was Russia.
Thomas gasped at the sight.
Bloodied snow surrounded him, but what he saw in the distance was even more terrifying. "Bodies? Are those mother-f#cking bodies out there, goddamnit?"
"Yes, Sir," John said shakily, betraying the fear he felt on the inside of a polished exterior.
"Are you scared, John? Answer truthfully." Thomas said.
"Yes, I am Thom." John said, trying out the first name of the General.
"I am too, John, I am too."
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This is the end of the Prologue. There will be a Prologue Part Two(Has that been done before?)
Sorry for being REALLY late, I suck.
Super short, but hopefully sweet?
I will edit this when I finish(and if i finish)
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