[b]Sandy Shores[/b]

"The fuck is the Antarctic Union?" said James. He sat in a tunnel of muck, mud, and diseased rats along with his comrades. Though the tunnels themselves were encased along the roads interlinking city between city, they held openings in certain places for quick movement and assault. It was extremely unusual to see soldiers in this part of Washington, normally they stay in the comfy city of Seattle. 

The citizens locked themselves inside, as ordered by the commanding Southpaw in the nearby area. He warned them not to come out of their houses until he tells them to, and to prepare for the worst. The worst: gunfire and bombs. The preparation: weapon stashes being supplied, along with explosives of their own. 

Several platoons dispersed into the forest. While the roads connected the cities, what layed beyond the roads-around the roads- was nothing but the dense, lush forests of pine. The darkness created a gloomy effect, yet still struck the beauty and grace that it held when one would see the deer. Inside the darkness laid the soldiers, who messaged back what they heard from the obnoxious, loud megaphone to the rat tunnels below. Inside one of those platoons was Caleb. His captain, a scruffy fellow who would have a mid-age crisis right about now, called him forward.

"I need you to go to them and tell them we aren't Imperials" said the Captain.

"Are you shitting me? You want me to saunter over to those people... and tell them we aren't the enemy... what if they shoot me?"

"I got the rest of the platoons on their ass. One wrong thing and we'll blow them to kingdom come." said the Captain. He grabbed the shoulder of the young boy, and threw him out of the platoons position, out of the darkness that encased the heart of the forest, and into the edge of it all; the light. Nearly 20 feet away, the open grass of a park, and over 100 feet away, the unknown that called themselves Antarcticans. Caleb went into the grass, screaming at the tops of his lungs, begging them not to shoot him. He flailed his arms into the air "We aren't the imperials, you idiots! We're not your enemy, you crazy bastards! There's no imperials for miles!" One of the soldiers turned to the Captain.

"Can we afford using our explosives on these people? We don't exactly have an unlimited supply on this shit, it's not easy to come by. We need it for Seattle."

"I don't think we'll be going to Seattle if things go south here. Hell, we might lose Washington altogether" the Captain replied.