My name's Destrey, I'm 19 years old and I live in the
heat of a huge chaotic coup of the American government. Pssh, i
always knew something like this would happen evenually. The
Fallout of America, huh? Nice name but I hate what they've
I was at home with my disfunctional family when the power went
out and The Crow sent out his message. Then I heard everything
just blow up the next second. Luckily, my brothers and I were
prepared and fled to a secret hideout along with some others. We
attempted to save whoever we could but unfortunately we saw a lot
of people dying and a lot of children being taken away.
My older brother, Michael, had stolen four motorcycles from his
autoshop a week before this happened. My younger brother,
William, fixed them up with explosives and high tech motors that
he invented in his room out of old macbook material. I painted
them and polished them up; a nice slick dark color to hide us as
we silently sped through the night. My best friend Dallas was our
fourth motorist. I had stolen a bunch of dark clothing and made
armor and padding or the for of us. Unless shot from point blank,
we were pretty safe.
The fort we had all built was underground, an enormous ant farm
type of place with many chambers and cots and a refrigerated room
for the food supply. We had saved 20 people and we all hid away
underground as we heard screams and bombshells erupt above
Michael removed his skull bandana from his face and wiped beads
of sweat off of his forehead. The torches on the walls dimly lit
the main chamber and made his amber eyes almost that of a lions,
gleaming and stresses yet wise and strong. He looked around at
the people who were trembling and restless. My brother, Dallas
and I stood behind him and we all followed and took off our masks
and rags, showing our faces to the civilians.
"Alright, you are all safe here," Michael said sternly.
His voice was low and raspy from the stress, "We are sorry
for the losses but we tried the best we could to save as many as
we possibly could. My name is Michael and I am the head of this
particular group. We are the Resistance. Many groups like this
one have formed to take down The Crow, I'm sure. We must find
them and join with them to bring back our freedoms."
"It's getting late," I added, also hoarsely,
"Everyone get to a cot and rest up, we'll have breakfast
tomorrow morning." I smiled a little, "I mean
considering there isn't any sun in here, we'll just let
ya know. We'll also have our first true meeting as well after
The group of people disbursed and went to their cots. The four of
us sat together in our own room. I took out a cigarette and they
My younger brother looked uneasy, "I've never had a cig,
man. I'm not too into smoking."
I smiled, "Hey, there's no harm in these cigarettes,
Bill. You know I'm not the guy carrying the nicotine," I
said as I gave Michael a look, "Right,
Michael took out his own antic pack, the kinds that actually
burnt out your lungs, and lit one up, "Shut it, I've
been smoking since before your weird nico-free cigs. Plus, this
eases stress too." He be blew a could into my face.
I waved off the smoke and lit mine up, "Cool thing about my
cig smoke is that it's ultraviolet purple color aaand it
makes me feel stress free without killing my lungs." I
puffed out "O"'s and swirls that glimmered in
different colors, like oil in water does in the light. Always
looked cool, "Artistry."
Dallas flipped his wheat blonde hair out of his eyes and smiled,
"I don't smoke either, Billy. Join the party over
here." He smiled and his deep blue eyes lit up like they
Billy sat next to him and played poker as Mickey and I sat at our
desk. I was doodling in my sketchbook as Mickey watched,
"How do you do that?"
"What?" I asked.
"Art stuff. Neither Billy nor I can draw for sh-t." He
said amazed, black hair falling over his eyes as he looked at my
I smiled a little, "It's just something I liked to do
while mom and dad fought and stuff. Yanno, like you went out and
played sports and lifted and Billy focused on machanics and
"You know techy stuff too yanno. You aren't just good
for art, you are really smart."
I looked up and smirked, "Nah I'm just clever. Not very
into school." I put my pencil down and looked at my work, a
city that was at war and at the heart of it all, a shining light
and dove, like my tattoo.
Mickey rolled his eyes and smiled, "You are insane but
I'm glad you're my brother and we're close. We'll
always stick together, man."
I patted his shoulder and he messed up my hair, "So
what's the plan for tomorrow night?"
He pondered as he took off his armored clothing revealing a red
Yellowcard band t-shirt, his favorite, "Hmm. Well, I say
Dallas and Billy talk to the people, and assign them jobs and
stuff while also urging some members to join our saving teams and
vehicle teams. We should go out and check for any survivors still
around in town and weapons and any other motorized vehicles that
we could possibly use."
I nodded, "Gotcha. And then at night we head out to one of
the re-education camps and try to smuggled as many people as we
possibly can. Or even take down a containment bus and take those
kids and save them."
Michael nodded and scratched his stubbly beard, "Good plan.
We'll need more space here so we either should build up
this headquarters or move out."
"Why not both?" My little brother added in, "I
think we should build up headquarters and send out
Dallas sat in his cot and took off all of his armor, revealing a
plain white shirt and ripped up jeans. "I think Billy is
right. Destrey, should definitely be one of the team leaders.
Mickey, you should stay at headquarters with Billy since you are
the Head of this whole operation and Billy is the communicater
and scientist. I'll go with Dez."
Billy nodded his head, "Yeah so tomorrow that will be in our
meeting and at night you guys will head out."
I took off my armor and sat in my cot wth my sketchbook and
continued to draw, "Gotcha."
Michael lied down in his cot and pulled up his blanket, Billy did
the same. Dallas was completely passed out.
After a couple minutes all three were sleeping and I took a break
from drawing and lied down and looked up at the earthy ceiling.
"Ants. We're just a bunch of ants in this world." I
turned over and blew out my torch, "But we're smart