The Annexation

Prologue

I laid there on my back in the snow filled battleground I once called home....gasping...gasping for air as I tried to breathe the winter's air into my lungs. I was in a state of paralysis as none of my limbs could move accept for my head. I bent my head forward so I could look down at my chest...I counted three to four bullets holes riddled throughout my chest and one that I counted in my lower stomach. I threw my head back to the ground as it morphed into the snow knowing that these wounds weren't going to be something that could be treated...it was too severe and by the time any reinforcements got here it would be too late. My breaths began getting slower as I started to relax, knowing this was going to be it; my final run. I tried....we all did....what did we think was going to happen when a bunch of "runners" and "deserters" stood up against the world's strongest army in hopes to prevent them from invading.....I then decided to spend my last moments in life laughing to myself at the thought of that even if we lose this battle, even if our goal and mission is overrun by the ones we rebel against. We brought a bunch of them down with us to hell and showed them our true grit here in the north. I continued to laugh to myself at the fact that a small Militia group took on the greatest super power this world had ever seen and rebelled them back until this day.....But then the laughing stopped as I could feel my heartbeat in my chest get slower and slower as well as the blood pouring out of me into the white snow. As my head still laid in the snow, I painfully turned it to look over to my right to see if anyone made it out of the line of fire and successfully retreated back into the city. From what I saw; it didn't look good. The yank's machine gun fire ripped through our defences like a wet paper bag, cutting us down one by one. "Hell of a run you folks had," I heard in the foggy distance by a voice with an accent only the enemies had. I turned my head in the other direction to see a soldier in fully functional power armour walk up slowly as he wielding his machine gun. I was going in and out of consciousness as my vision got blurrier and blurrier from the blood loss, but I could make out who it was. "G-Gave....gave you a run....for your money," I replied back as I was coughing up blood that had made its way into flooding my lungs. The man standing moved closer to me as his metal clanked against each piece until he was over top of me. "That you did, son. That you did," the soldier said as he puffed on his victory cigar and fluttered the ashes at the end of it onto me as I laid motionless in the cold snow. "So..quick and painless or long and painful?" He continued as he reloaded his machine gun asking me how I wanted to die here. "T-Tell Ottawa something for me, will ya'?" I muttered. The soldier laughed, "anything for a dead man," he acknowledged as he pointed his rifle at my face waiting for my last response. I looked down the barrel of his gun as I was seconds away from dying but I made out something as I choked on the blood from my lungs. "Boom," I gasped as I got out my final words. The soldier looked confused and lowered his rifle when he heard what I had said, "what did you say?" He asked as he now became hesitant and nervous of my last statement. "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!!". I laid my head flat on the ground and closed my eyes. Everything I needed to do was done now....