Prologue
The government was gone. We knew it. It had crumbled, crashed and burned. Okay, maybe not so much, but it was like there never had been a government at all - crushed by rebels called the Timber Force. It wasn’t officially declared, but we all knew that there was no more order, at least, not like there had been. It was a new type of order, something that a lot didn’t like or want to live with at all. Let me tell you, it was like a nightmare that kept going after you woke up. There was a lot more lost than won in this time, which sadly wasn’t that far off from when everything was fine and dandy.
Maybe in secret the government still lived - weak and unable to rise again; that it did exist without its original ruling, but only those who were part of its resistance knew that there were still some remains. There were two different kinds of resistances, and you would think that they would work together and form one against the Timber Force, but that wasn’t the case. The government resistance - Liberty Resistance Fighters (made from those who used to be a part of the government) had its own views of how to deal and how to rule. The resistance made of those outside the government (mostly citizens) was called the Burn Resistance Fighters.
My crew of guys, my almost family, routed for the Burners, which made it dangerous for us because of the Trackers and the T-Force. We didn’t like the tactics of the LRF, or as most of the Burners called them, Trackers. The Trackers, though fighting generally for the same cause as the Burners, would eliminate Burners to “get them out of the way”. I knew that the Trackers were afraid that the Burners would rise up against them if they did end the Timber Force.
In this world now, you had to be like an all seeing eye. You had to look out for yourself and be prepared for anything. You didn’t know who was on what side until it was too late. And when it did come to that, you’d wish for the continuing nightmare we had called life.