New Hope Alliance (Book 1)

Chapter 9. "Live."

Out of all these years, I didnt expect for me to care about him. But after watching him get gunned down by Sinners, I cant let them win. As I sat down in the Medical Cabin the day after the event, I listened to the sounds of Bullets being tooken out of Droop. The loud CLINKS the bullets made as they hit the toolpan.
The door opened.
Of course, I expected someone I knew to be here. And soon to my surprise, TADA!! It's Barbell. "Garin." He said, whispering to me. "Come with me for a moment." He said, opening the door.

Outside, we walked over to a big Snowman outside the Hospital. "Garin," Barbell paused for a moment. "We found out where they are." I went blank after hearing this. "They reside in multiple taken Military bases. Its going to take alot to take them on." Barbell said, clearing his throat. I raised my hand, as a request for me to speak. "Thats why Im going to help." I said. "Great... We need heavy fire power." Barbell said, taking out the map and giving it to me. I opened it, seeinf multiple "💣" icons around old bases set up the Law Enforcement. "Bomb??" I was really confused. "Tanks..." Barbell said. "Fast and Durable. Get 3 of them, we win." Barbell said. "We're sending in 20 scouts from Stephanie's faction. "For some reason she wants to change the name of it to the 'New World Protection', it's odd." Barbell questioned. "Aha. Okay. I'll get them. But don't they need gas?" I asked. "Thats why we sent you out! But that didn't work out..." Barbell mumbled. "The leg, how is it?" He asked. "Its something." I answered, trying to stop limping. Barbell then patted me on the shoulder. "Good luck out there." He then lowered his hand. "They'll be at thr entrance in an hour with that Military Carrier Van, just so you know." He said, walking away.

An hour later in my cabin, I had a full suit Black-Ops look on. I belived I looked badass though. Like, who else wears so many straps on there body!? I took up my Rifle and walked outside to greet the team I was working on. The Men and Women looked at me, keeping there firearms to there side.
"Droops not in good condition." A woman said. "I know, but it's fine. He'll be fine." I said, trying to ignore the grief. The Van driver honked, "Lets go! C'mon! We dont have all day! Tanks in the west part of Anchorage!" He spoke, starting the engine. We all walked in, resting our guns on our backs with the safety on. As soon as we took our seats, the van driver made his way out into the snowy road.
The sun was blocked out by clouds, causing the world to look gloomy and depressing. Everything was so white and gray, leaving us in a sad trance. Many started to talk, but after a bit we were left in an awkward silence. One guy brought up football, thats what really got us talking. I began to talk about Tom brady, some agreeing and some disagreeing. "Tv doesnt exist anymore." A woman said, gloomly.
We all began to become silent again.
Oh that's right. Its gone.
No TV, or Video Games, or Movies.
Its all gone.
"No more BBQ." One man in Juggernaut Armor said. "No more Laptop." A woman added. "No dishwashers."
"No more Salon."
"No more Bar."
"No more G-mod."
People went on and on and on. I had enough. "How about this? We talk about the things we do have! Who wants to start?" I asked. Everyone was silent.
I frowned, laying back in my seat.
"We have nothing left Garin, don't you get that?" A woman said in the back. "They took it all away from us. Everything." She added, laying back down. I felt extremly bad for them, knowing what happened and all that. It must've been a terrible experience watching your life's earnings turn to dust.
The sign showed up again, "WELCOME TO ANCHORAGE! POPULATION: ABANDONED".
As we pulled into the city, the Driver stopped to look at the map. "West is where the tanks are." He said, pulling into the street.

Then I remembered.
Oh no.
West is Sinner Territory.