⚔Behind Enemy Lines⚔ (Septiplier bromance) (WORK IN PROGRESS)

Prolouge: Fallout

The dream was always the same. The same setting, the same ending. It starts with a man running through a wooded area, hot breaths entering his frozen lungs. Whatever is on his tail forces him to run faster and faster and faster. Until he is sprinting and barely breathing. Howls in the distance puts him on edge. In front of him, he sees flashes of red and blue. His eyes are watering because of the blistering cold and the terror that runs through his veins. When his vision clears, he sees another man running a few feet in front of him. The other man turns to him, but he cant see the man's face. Shots force the man to look behind him. Next, he feels a burning pain enter him from the back and exit out the front. His ribs are on fire, but he keeps running. The man in front of him stops breifly to allow him to catch up. He is bouncing on the balls of his feet. Another shot rings out, it misses. "Time to go." A sweet voice with an accent says. And the men begin running for their lives again. The other man runs in front of the man again. He is lighter on his feet and uninjured. Pow! Pow! Pow! Three shots ring out. Two whiz past the lagging man's ear and hit trees right before the man rounds them. The other grazes his shoulder. He keeps running. He's not giving up that easily. The lighter man looks back and starts running faster. The man looks back and sees their attackers are right on top of them. They stop momentarily to take aim. Then shoot. POW!! The man in front cries out. The other man stutters to a stop. Blood blooming from the red shirt the man is wearing. The man tries to stop the blood from running down his friends chest. But it was too late. Starling, ocean eyes stare at the rising sun. Never to see the light again. The dream ends and the man is left in the dark.

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50,000 years ago, an unbroken plain stretched in a desolate, desert place. A meteorite crashed to earth at the speed of light. In 10 seconds flat, a iron-nickel meteorite made a crater 4,000 feet across and 700 feet deep. The crater homes the secret society that is now the only hope for America and the world... Or so we have been told.

The Reisitance fights for the freedom of their followers and the world. Terrorist and mercanaries rule over the nations. Entire cities lay to waste. Millions have died. Disease, war, and riots have stolen the lives of many... only the strong survive.

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August 13, 2030

Mark woke up with a start. He looked around. It was still dark. It was cold, his fire had run low. He shivered. Cold sleeping in through his dark Jean's and leather jacket. The white shirt he wore was stained red, brown, and green. His journal was still open on his lap. Only the strong survive... he stared at the words for several minutes. He clenched his jaw. He rubbed his scruff and eyes. Stretching. A burning sensation settled in his left pec. It had been a week since he had been shot and almost killed. A week since he told Felix to take the survivors and get the hell out of Dodge. Scenes from a week before flashed in his mind. He shook his head to clear it.He pulled himself off the cold, wet ground. He huddled in the warmth of his leather jacket. He looked around. He stopped just inside the tree line the night before and collapsed in exhaustion. He picked up his journal and the small pack he carried. He shoved the journal and the pen he was using into one of the pockets. Tucked away was his iMac laptop, headphones, his galaxy note 9, and his journal. He sniffled and coughed. The mountain air was really getting to his allergies. He searched for any movement and covered his tracks. He turned to leave, but turned back around and grabbed the pistol, katana, and rifle from their positions on the ground. He suited up and walked away from the small camp he had made.

Hello everybody, my name is Mark Fischbach. I am a survivor, a warrior... Not necessarily by choice, but because my country and family needs me to be. They may be dead and gone, but they live with me. I guess I should catch you up on the times.

On December 25, 2018 the government shut down completely. There was no coming back from this one. In August of 2019, the United States completely shut down. The country was in a disarray. People killed people. Our country went to war. My buddies and I were drafted to fight a war that wasnt ours to fight. 2,000 soldiers died in the Terrorist War. Then the terrorist took over. They over powered the leaders of the countries and we were stuck. My buddies and I fought to stay alive. 3 years later, we were back on our home turf. And we've never seen such desolation.