Exodus.

Journal Entry for 26/04/2016

The military issued a state of emergency today. I gathered what I could and started to head out, but the roadblocks were already in place. It was wishful thinking trying to slip by unnoticed, blend in with a crowd, but it was worth a shot.

I returned to tell the rest of the resistance the bad news.

"We are taking the tunnels. Its the only way I can see. No doubt they will be monitored, and it will one hell of a fight, but if we move fast enough we might just make it too the other side of the river. The plans I am in possession of are old, but by what I can gather we have a 1 mile run. The maps have been uploaded to your HUD's. Any better ideas?"

I got the silence that I was expecting. I had gained a certain amount of respect after voicing my objections to the last mission that ended in us loosing a leader and half our numbers. But it was the blind leading the blind, he couldn't see past his own raging ego to lead properly, and cared little for a human life. Apparently I was the only one to see that. I hate to say it, but he is better off dead.

"We move at 3.35am. The next shift change is at 3.40am, I am hoping to get at least half way before being interrupted. But that's us hoping, be SURE to expect the worst. Everyone carry as much ammo as you can. Whilst we are down their loot what you can, but don't lag behind the group, we WILL leave you behind."

"God help us everyone."

By 3.30am people were so nervous they couldn't even load their rifle without dropping half the clip on the ground.

I don't like the army I've amassed, but all the best civilians are now working for the mercenary outfits, thank fuck for a privatised army hey?

At least if we die today we can relish in the fact that the undoing of the world was not aided by ourselves.

That's something, right?