Post by Ex Machina Admin on Jan 6, 2010 16:41:58 GMT -5
In the moment that our homes shook that we knew
something was wrong. We fled outside and witnessed
the plane rip itself apart midair. We watched from the
ground as the insides scattered across the perfectly
clear sky. We stood in silence awaiting Ben's orders.
Some of us already knew what our duties would be.
We found their camps and began to sort through the
survivors. We took the few who we believed deserved
better and afforded them with the luxuries of the little
things often taken for granted; a warm bed, hot food,
security. We hid amongst every shadow disguised as
anyone other than ourselves. We watched, we stalked
and we waited. They nicknamed us, they targeted us
and they led to some of our demise.
Some of them anticipated a quick rescue. Some of them
believed that their time on the island would be brief. And
some of them are still holding hope that an airplane or a
ship will find its way to this godforsaken rock, whisking
them away to the lives in which they are so desperate to
return. I would think after 57 days they would somehow
understand that hope is worthless on this island.
Meanwhile, our side is preparing for a war... and they are
not prepared for what fate is about to hand them. If you
don't stand with us... you stand against us.
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