ToonyTheFox
Madame Toony to ya.
We shall live in peace for a thousand years.
Dark ones will come and bring with them fear.
Blood will flow, until few are left.
For five thousand more, they'll continue their theft.
Some will raise to fight in vain,
For what they fight can't be explained.
A group will raise, heads held high,
Though some of them will surely die.
Countless times, they'll be rejected,
Some may call themselves infected.
They'll lose a lot, for some, their life.
But in the end, not in vain will be their strife.
- Ardr Reflektor
They thought she was crazy. Ardr's words were believed by no one, not even those close to her. Evenally, she passed on, just like all humans. A thousand years passed, no harm came to humans. That is, until New Year's Day of the thousandth year.
It was like any normal New Year in America, people were wide awake, celebrating, drinking, and having the time of their lives. The military was surely not prepared for any kind of kind of attack. Why should they be? It was New Year's day, surely no one would disturb the celebrations?
Right?
No one knew where they came from, they struck swiftly, as if they were forces of nature themselves. They were shadow creatures, dark creatures of all shapes and sizes. It seemed the only thing they shared was their hatred of humanity. We knew nothing of our attackers, and it seemed that bullets would fail to harm these creatures. When the creatures disappeared at dawn, they left thousands dead in their wake. They returned, night after night, attacking at random, sometimes hundreds of miles apart.
Within months, America was defeated. The survivors moved underground, hidden away from these creatures of the night. Ten were scattered around the country, five fell over the last five thousand years. No contact has been established between the vaults, so no one is sure how many survivors are left. During the first hundred years underground, an old prophecy was found in Vault 4, our home.
At first, it was just an old poem, followed by a few outcasts. Soon, after the first thousand year, the belief spread. Soon, we got rid of our old calendar, 3030 AD was soon 1030. The prophecy was the only thing we could believe whole heartedly. Some, of course, didn't believe it. More tried to speed up the process, testing in labs, even on humans.
Human testing was outlawed in 4995, all test subjects were released. So it was not uncommon to find teenagers with powers, but the mass population of Vault 4 lacked power, but not military training. From the age of thirteen, children of Vault 4 are trained in the art of combating the creatures that took over the world above. Only silver seems to hurt these creatures, so we were trained to use swords and daggers to combat our oppressors.
The year now is November 4999. Our group is being sent above ground. Every qualified teenager from thirteen to nineteen is being deployed aboveground accompanied by four adult soldiers. Those with parents who are still alive after the last time troops were deployed have no say in the future of their children. Four months out on the field. Or at least, that's what they tell us.
This is our story.
Each soldier is equipped with a silver sword and twin daggers. Silver bullets are rare, only the highest ranks have them. Everyone is is equipped with a pistol and regular bullets,
A one way radio is given to every soldier. Occasionally, orders or news is given through these from the leaders of Vault 4, but only when they see it important.
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