Genesis of the New World, Chapter 2

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(Prologue)3

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(Chapter 1)5

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~Year 2092, December 24th, American Rebel Camp~7

3 months after the German army tried to infiltrate the American Rebel territory and failed, the Rebels became low in supplies but large in moral. The adrenaline flowed through the hearts of the Rebellion even more after the victory at San Antonio where the Germans planned an attack to take over San Antonio, a powerful territory that could be a threat to the German's plans to take over once Mexican land. Canada and Germany were the largest of enemies, Canada being neutral to the Allies and Axis ongoing battle, but still in the fight for dominance. After Canada took over of some of South America and Mexico, Germany figured they would lend help to the Polish on account that they were being surrounded and outflanked on both sides, North and South. The plan failed horribly after the Rebels got in the way of the Germans, and ran them out. Forced to retreat, the Germans lost many soldiers and are on the defensive that their homeland in Western Europe.8

The Rebellion was an underground militia force who were fighting for the land once deprived from them. Though low in supplies, firepower, and men, they had big amounts of moral. Soldiers who were willing to fight for their cause. The American Martyrs they were also known as; The Rebellion had only about 50,000 soldiers in their military, most of which were under the age of 20, but they had tactics. The leading general, Napoleon Leon Porter, a tall black man. Nearly Fearless, with fire in his eyes. He never had any children, So he had nothing to lose, except his pride and freedom; Pride and freedom were the only reason he lived to fight in the tainted world. Napoleon was leading the siege on Black Valley, He ordered they set camp almost 2 kilometers near from the future graveyard.9

A group of soldiers sat at a campfire with whiskey and cigarettes;10

"So guys, you think we will make it out of this battle alive?" a pale bearded man questioned with a chuckle in his voice.11

"Greg shut up..." he said while laughing. "You know we are probably going to die, but that's not why we are out here in 10 degree weather now is it? We are fighting for freedom, and get that damn cigarette out of my face." a portly man answered with whiskey in his hand, and a cigar in the other.12

Greg replied with a grin, "I know we are fighting for freedom but still, you think we will survive? and who are you to say get that cigarette out of my face, heh, you have a cigar?"13

"Greg... Greg... Greg... Cigars are for men, cigarettes are for teenagers, plus... cigarettes are addictive, and fuck up your lungs way more than cigars do." the portly man replied.14

Greg said while laughing deeply with the rest of the soldiers,15

"Yeah, that's true... I've already quit like thirty times..." The rest laughed along.16

"Okay, kiss and make up. Then we can play what real men play, Poker"17

The rest of the group agreed and pulled out their money.18

"Not me guys, I am going to go to sleep, I feel a little sick." A white skinned private said.19

"Okay little bitch..." Everyone laughed. "Alright, see you in the morning then." Greg then answered.20

Taking turns losing and winning the group got further into a discussion;21

"So guys, you think God exists?" a short young black man retorted.22

"Heh, I don't think so... If God does exist, why does he let millions die everyday to diseases and wars led by communists?" The portly man replied.23

"Davis, I believe that God wants us to live our lives, and life is just a test, to test our faith in the lord... I believe this is only the beginning of life. As for the diseases, I don't know." Greg tried to explain.24

"I agree with Davis to a certain extent, although I do believe God exists... I just think that he abandoned us, a long time ago. Once rulers tried to exceed the power of God, he just gave up on the Human race..." Another said.25

"Okay boys, you can have wet dreams about God all you want, but it's time to sleep, tomorrow we will set an attack on Black Valley..." General Napoleon interrupted.26

"Alright... Alright... But what do you think about God, general? He exist? Not exist?" The short black guy asked before getting to his bunk.27

"Personally... I could care less, I think that if God does exist, hats off to him..."28

"Her!" A black woman interrupted...29

"What the hell ever... I don't care if he-her does exist... I just want to get through this war and get our fucking country back... I don't know why every morning I stand putting my hand over my heart and taking off my hat to that beautiful flag and reciting a poem about democracy about "one nation under God"... But I do... So I guess, I'd have to say, Yeah... I believe in God. Happy private?"30

"Yes sir!" The black man replied.31

"Now get some sleep..." The general said as he closed the tent door.32

The soldiers slept, preparing for a battle that many would be lost to. Although most knew their fate, that some denied; they all were going into a fight that few would make it out of. General Napoleon stood in his office, thinking of tactics to overpower the Polish after report that they captured a shivering spy about a month ago from the Polish Intelligence, saying only the word, "Black Valley" after being interrogated. He was thrown in jail where he died after gaining a disease from the bed. The General got Twenty minutes of sleep that night. He mainly studied tactics and all, he also couldn't get much sleep that night due to a bad feeling. The feeling that any leading General would get the day before a battle. Although he felt different, almost as if he knew many would die in the battle that would take place the very next day.33