"Nate, wake up, we are almost close." I would slowly wake up, hearing Pike's continuous patting on my shoulder. I would look onto my left, seeing the lights of buildings and establishments accompanied by the sound of low rumbling of the old car we were on.

  My name is Nathaniel Wright, I'm a 17 year old North American half Scottish, my mom died to the Mekong Virus whilst my dad died to Security Agents. Pike Jackson aswell, He's my only friend in the faction, He's the only person with the same age as me.

  "We are close to Birningham, alright." Said by our Squad Leader Mitchell Parks, a Canadian woman in Her 30s who was an average office worker turned guerilla soldier. I'd feel the heavy weight of my AK-74 sinking into my thighs, aswell as Pike's 74's Muzzle.

  We would enter Birningham, reaching our destination, a safehouse of a group of the Canadian Separatist Movement. We would enter the safehouse, the 3 of us walking to the 2nd floor as the head person of the safe house would announce to the gathering crowd that there were still no news from NATO, the crowd booed in anger, NATO still hadn't come back, not even a resupply

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  We would hear a shout saying "IT'S THE FEDS!" continued by the rolling of a flashbang into the safehosue we were in, the deafening sound made me lose focus continued by a faint shout at me. It was Mitchell, shouting to us to shoot, I heard it, but I hesitate. I didn't had the guts to kill, Pike followed with a barrage of fire, deafening my deafened ears.

  We were outnumbered, Mitchell ordered us to head out to the back door on the second floor. We would run to our car, as Mitchell tried starting the car, a Security Agent would run up to my window, trying to break the glass with His M4's stock, i would retaliate, subconsciously firing a shot, i would get shocked, we would escape the town, leaving the overrun safehouse behind.