New Hope Alliance (Book 1)

Chapter 1. ''Droop''

''KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK''

That must be Droop now. As I probably didn't say, the Fucker's always trying to fuck with my head or just be a Dickhead 24/7 to me and my friends. I walked over to the door and opened it, holding my rifle by its body in my hands. Ugh, It is Droop. ''Whats up dawg?'' He said, holding his hand out. ''Don't pull that gangster shit on me, its 9:00 AM in the morning. I was about to get some coffee.'' I said, moaning. ''Well, I'm going to start look out, you gotta vounce for me at 1:00 PM.'' Droop said. ''Whatever man, just... Knock when you're done, alright?'' I asked, nodding. ''Yea 'Aight Dawg, See you.'' Droop said, turning around wavving. I slammed the door, walking over to the coffee maker. ''What a Slag.'' I said, turning on the coffee maker. Slowly, I made a hot, steaming, cup off "Nochalatas" Coffee. Its a old brand of my father's when I was small, which he loved the most. I spent that time drinking the Coffee and listening to a radio I had somewhere on my kitchen table. The Radio Broadcaster began to speak a bit surprised. "T-this just in, we found out some very interesting news." I began to lean in, listening closely. "We found out that up north of California is habitable for survival." I couldn't belive this, sense North California was one of the places nuked a shit-ton. "It has been able to susbstain different types of crops. And many factions made farms and societies there." The Broadcaster began to clear his voice.

"If any factions want to go there, it is suggested to act quickly. Sense so much land is being tooken and captured." He began to continue the news on a daily basis, giving reminders to factions here and there. I then turned off the radio, thinking for a moment of what I just heard.

I know what to do.

I need to tell Barbell.