Earl Janssen Abat English III
III-St.Matthew Katrina Joy Naval
Homefront
I was sleeping back then, dreaming about peace and freedom in this country and I ask to myself “Why did they take our freedom?” I was walking in a tight hallway where dead bodies litter across and flies where just there. I walked up across seeing a door opened as it flashed in my eyes. I walked closer as I made a step and I was feeling these dead bodies and I ask to myself “They don’t deserve this.” As I got closer to the door my wife and my two kids appeared. I sprint for a run hoping I would be there together with them. But the door slowly closed blocking the light. I now total darkness.
An explosion just swoop me out of my dreams to reality. I woke up, as I could smell burning heaps of flesh and echoes of gunfire. Someone was knocking into my door, I approached the door and tried to open, but they just blasted the door of. I saw some men with red uniforms flashed across the morning sun they were heavily armed. I was overpowered as they strangled me down. I knew they were the enemy, the enemy that took our freedom. They asked “Are you Robert Jacobs?” The other soldier said with a heavy grunt of voice. I replied with a “Yes” hoping they would not kill me. The three grunts lifted me up as the other swiped his rifle at my face, I collapsed and blackened. I woke up. I was in a bus for I have no idea and those actions treated me as a ragdoll. The bus was moving and I peeked through the window as I can see Korean soldiers took two civilians, they were parents of a child. As the parents insisted the crying child not to look the Koreans opened fire, leaving the parents dead and the child lonely to mourn for her parent’s death. This slaughtering has to stop, I said to myself with rage and dedication to fight.
All of those was interrupted as the bus moved into an intersection, a loud honk of a truck as I looked left was a truck speeding straight and it wound never stop, it had to hit us. The bus was thrown off including me. Was toppled and set upside down. I opened my eyes and I was lucky to be alive, the aftermath was torn apart, dead bodies wobbled the ground and shattered glass was just everywhere. I saw a handful of Americans, holding them were guns, rifles or anything that would kill. As I knew they were already the resistance, they took me out of the toppled bus and asked. “Is that you Robert Jacobs?” I nodded with a yes, they smiled. One rebel approached me and he said, “My name is Connor and I hope that the rescue is worth-it.” Connor is a man who looks to be a well driven resistance fighter. “We have to get away from the wreckage, Koreans are underway!” From the entire group she said that and “Oh, by the way I’m Rianna.”Reaching out a sidearm or a pistol I just have to take it rather than leaving me unarmed. We have moved with a sprint as we got on an abandoned grocery store. Connor opened a safe leading underground. As the resistance forces and I went deeper, the moments became emotional. “We used these tunnels in the early days of occupation.” Connor said. As we moved deeper into the tunnels I could see a small stream of light coming from above. “Jacobs pull that safe of, so we can get out of here.”I stepped on my foot as I lift the rusty valve you could just hear it squeaking, the light burst onto my face and the air soothed me as I can feel the lost peace once this country had. I was too excited, I climbed up the ladder as the light burst directly into my face, I just couldn’t see.
After some moments the group climbed up to the valve as Connor approached me and said. “This is the inner peace that this country had.” The scenery was beautiful as a paradise, overgrown trees stood high, children enjoying their play, houses built and secure. “So you’re Robert Jacobs?” Said by a dark man, wearing a blue police uniform fitted with vest holding him is an m1887 shotgun. “The name’s Boone, nice to meet you.” I smiled and replied with “Nice to meet you to.” “Well, Jacobs out of the chaos outgoing in America today, we built this little paradise we call oasis.” Boone said. Boone and I went out for a stroll along the Oasis as you can see barricades and high built walls surrounded along the Oasis and camouflage netting to prevent sight above, windmills and solar panels provided electricity. “You know Jacobs, we might be able to end this war. The army is scattered, resistance forces are inadequate. But there is a little speck of hope.” Boone said. We went into a room there inside we discussed all our plans. Boone handled me a rifle and thinking that Korean blood is in my hand, with dedication for freedom I think of my wife and children. How I wish I could be with them again, since their death I could not live in this world. But these people gave me the meaning to live again, live for freedom. After some moments I met Hopper, he has Korean-American blood and a technical expert. The rest of the resistance had to stay in the oasis. It was night. I could still hear echoes of gunfire and in my head the past still hunts my scars. We rode on a convoy going to Los Angeles, in hopes to assist the army fighting there, with captured military trucks we went in an undetected pace. Along the way I looked up the night, explosions and such brighten the night. I slept with a doubt thinking of this never-ending war. I woke up it was day, the heat burnt my face. I saw soldiers and the American flag. I jumped of the truck and a handful of resistance started to hug them, they all turned out to be emotional. I saw the commander I approached him and he said. “So you’re the Montrose Resistance.” “What’s left of us.” I replied. We went on to formation along the side of the bridge, with a bloody thrust we shout. The gate was opened and gunfire rained across. Some of the resistance were badly shot. Others watched their selves die. I moved on, and opened fire. Hoping I would kill some.
The fight lasted for hours, as I looking behind I saw the dead once again, I could not imagine how much punishment they should take. I knew to myself that freedom is almost there. “Push!” Connor said. We were in the middle of the bridge, more gunfire rained. As the bloodshed most of us are getting killed. Connor moved on, as I saw his face raining down with tears. He took the radio and contacted someone,
“Give us some air support!”
“Negative, its too risky.”
“Why?”
“Friendlies are near.”
He had no hope thus he took the flare and lit it. Shouting to the radio he said. “Air strike, hit the flare the bright flare!” “What are you doing Connor?” Rianna shouted. Connor dashed straight toward the enemy spearhead. The jets streamed towards dropping the bombs. The huge explosion crashed. The wave pushed me back behind, thick dust blocked the scene. I stand up. “Connor, where are you?” A few moments later we could not see Connor, for he had been a hero. The enemy crushed leading us forward for a new hope for freedom. The bridge turned out to be a turning point. Now the European Union called an emergency meeting to help aid the Americans.
