New Hope Alliance (Book 1)

New Hope Alliance

I remember when everything was okay. Where I can stand outside on my back porch, sipping a beer and firing targets. Where I can go to the range and do the thing that I love best. Father was right, ''If you want to kill a mocking jay, You gotta adapt to your surroundings.'' He always told me. Ironic really, since I killed so many of them. But now?

Its cold. Just... Cold. The Alaskan Wilderness isn't the best place to be in at times like this where you can't exactly walk away from it. Puffy-Ass Coats, Puffy-Ass Boats, and Puffy-Ass Pants. All this really contributes to how much I utterly hate the cold. The only reason I came up here was to finish off the championships for Riflery. But when that Bastard hacked the Nuclear Comms and sent Nukes flying all Willy-Nilly, I had to resort to... ''Other plans''.

Weeks back, I ran into a group that was offering me a chance to join there ''Alliance', Crazy Right? They called it the New Hope or something. They were trying to restore America to its ''Former Glory''. Yea, I joined them. But, I was atonished by the way they operated at the place they lived in. They lived in this village full of Solar Powered Cabins, Guarded and Patroled. It was amazing. It was Glorious. I couldn't belive they had actual hot Showers and hot Food. Hot everything! Now, I live in one of those Cabins, Probably was worth being found by a Homeless-Looking-Dude fighting a Pack of Wolves with a spear.

I need to Explain that.

You see, I used to ride a Motorcycle when everything hit. When I was driving it on one of the abandoned roads in Anchorage City, a Pack of Wolves mistakened me for there first meal of the Winter. As a skilled Driver, not only did I avoid cars, but I ran into them. So skilled, Huh? I crashed and landed in a pile of newly shedded snow when a Homeless-Looking guy came out and protected me. We call him ''Droop''. Probably because his pants are always sagging, or just down-right-half-ass worn. He always wears this Red Beenie with a Navy jacket and a pair of Nike's.
Hes that type of ghetto guy that reeks about and is just down right disrespectful towards his patrol unit in the village. He seems to think just because he was a ''Navy Officer", he can disrespect everyone and everything.

I hate him.

But when he's in the Village, different story. He wears all these Military Jackets and shit with the Badges of Honor. Some belive he knows about the bombings, others think he has a bigger part to play. 

I wouldn't doubt it.

Not one bit to make it anymore clear to you. He spends his time on this small military computer thinga-majig, Trying to decode the morse-code inside of it.

He's up to something.