New Hope Alliance (Book 1)

Chapter 2. "Leadership"

I dont believe I discussed Barbell. Barbell is a New Hope tactician who came up from Washington. He came back from Iraq before the nuking began 4 years ago. He's a friendly man, probably in his late 60's or 50's. He always rocks this long, grey beard which I can't stop looking at. I think he's blind on his left eye... I need to ask him about that. Anyways, I got myself prepared to speak to Barbell, taking a shower and putting on my best clothing. I decided a Grey hoodie with a mask and heavy duty pants would do the trick. I then slid in my rock-climbing boots, strapped my rifle behind my back, and headed out the door with my Coffee to discuss California. I made my way across the village, looking around to spot everyone doing there daily commutes. Some chopped down large tree's for the wall that surrounded the entrance of the village.
  
           Ugh, I forgot about that.

We've been working on that wall for who knows how many days. Its almost complete, but it's a real pain in the ass how it takes this long to make a wall made out of wood. Now, I can see if it was metal... You'd have to shape it, fense it right, add reinforcments and the whole shabang. But it's a Wooden-Fucking-Wall. How bad could it be?
A woman named Lisa stopped me from running into her during my brain lecture. "Whoa there cowboy. Calm down." She said, patting my shoulder. I shoke my head, snapping out of the thoughts about metal walls. "Sorry Lisa, I was just walking around to find Barbell." I said, rubbing my eyes. "Easy man." She pointed over at a huge Cabin near a river. "He's at the Meeting Cabin. You should check up on him." She said, walking past. "Aha, will do Lisa." Will do Lisa my Asshole.

Thing is about Lisa, is that she refuses to help me during patrol. All she does is sit back and watch the birds at the pond, refusing to support me and the patrol units whenever we spot something oddly peculiar. Shes just a Cunt. A huge CUNT. 
As I made my way towards to Cabin, I spotted a flock or migrating goose head towards the pond, sitting on the water. In the dawn of winter, this looked really nice and calm. I wanted to take a picture! Really!
                                        
            Thats when I saw it.

The goose had a green Arrow head inside of its back, the bolt broken off. It had scars all over its beak and cuts on its wings. "The hell happened to you?" I thought. But I kept moving, not wanting to offend the poor thing.
As I entered into the Meeting Cabin, 5 men ran past me in Patrol unit Gear. There assault rifles and vest made various "CLANKS" as the guns hit the body of their obtainers. I nervously walked through out the halls, making my way up all sorts of stairs. I then saw a opened door and heard a voice ranting about a "Mask and Green gas"? I opened the door to see Barbell talking to there Patrol Commander. They directed there eyes at me, stuck in there positions. "Whats all this about?" I asked. Barbell raised his hands off his office desk, picking up a gas mask. He held it up for me to see it, shaking it vigorously. He then dropped it on his desk, picking up a type of flare. The Flare had a green look to it, which was exotic for a flare to obatin such a color. I was confused... "What about it?" I asked. "A group of... Who the hell knows what keep running around here throwing these flares into our village." Barbell said, slamming the Flare on the desk, startling the Patrol Leader. "And HE keeps letting them go..." Barbell said, eyeing the blonde Patrol Leader. He began to speak with a fretful tone, "It was a mistake! We were able to get a mask and the evidence we need to-" He was suddenly interrupted by barbell slamming the mask on the desk. "Well if we're gonna catch these dickheads, you're going to have to try a little harder than that!" Barbell yelled. He then sat down, looking at me. "Garin, why DID you come here? You never show your face in the Meeting Cabin." Barbell asked, looking at me. "California." I said. He got up, looking at me with a serious tone. Barbell raised a browl. "What about it?" He asked. "There doing a exodus there. Some Factions." I said, nodding. "Hmph, we'll discuss it later. For now, I have a job for you sense you're here." He tossed me the Gas Mask. It felt cold and hallow. "There's a Faction to the west of here. Take your bike, Take Droop, and that rifle of yours and visit them. Address them of the matter. " Barbell said, sitting back down to face the Patrol Leader. "While you do that, I'll deal with... Him." Barbell said, his face getting in a angry tone. "He's fucked." I thought.