The year had been forgotten. So many years of hardship, death and war had meant that no one could remember what year it was, or what month, or even what day of the week. A world war had started, but not like the ones people knew of. This time, it was every country for themselves. Nuclear weapons were ready and waiting for the launch code, but no one dared use them because the consequence would be receiving one back.
Britain had divided; Wales was protecting their borders but other than that trying to remain peaceful, stating that if they were left alone, they wouldn't get involved. Northern Ireland had been reclaimed by the rest of the island, after realising that in a war, being adjacent to their enemy and being separate from their allies would be fatal and they would not survive the first year.
England and Scotland were at war. Both countries had the view that if they could win this battle, they would have more land and resources for fighting the rest of the war. However, a lot of families had fled to Wales at the breakout, so the English army was inferior to that of the Scots. Five years in, England started making it compulsory for any criminals and their families to fight, facing death if they refused. Four years later, any homeless person over the age of fourteen were made to fight too.
The year now? No one knows. No one cares. All anyone cares about is surviving. About their family surviving. And the only certainty in England at the moment is you either fight or flee.
Both will probably result in death.
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An Orphaned Army
AdventureThe world is at war. Five teens are forced to fight in the army. Two are descendants of criminals, one a descendant of a homeless woman, and two have recently been taken off the street. They have no choice about whether to fight or not; their only c...
