Naturals
Gabriel moved quickly to get himself home before daylight poured over the city. He needed rest, but knew it would be tough to calm down enough to get needed sleep. His mind wandered over the words the librarian ingrained into him. He made note of his surroundings the entire walk home, doing his best to uncover any possible followers.
Gabriel was deeply involved with the war during the first few years as it was broadly political; should we or should we not be battling such a violent war. He always felt the war was for a just cause and now that the war had evolved there were few left that politicized it, apart from the media. The politics ended when the people realized that world war was inevitable and the only end was a fight for freedom; a fight for victory.
The violent war was being fought throughout the world, including Gabriel’s homeland; there were few places in the world that were considered safe from war. Where there were battles of armies, air and sea, they were extremely hot and deadly. More dangerous however were the battles of militia, soldiers known as the naturals. These were fighters from both alliances that wore civilian clothes, infiltrated society, gathered information, with the sole purpose of killing to advance the war. The naturals were the reason the tides of the war turned hands so often.
If the librarian was not a religious preacher, Gabriel was convinced he was a natural or perhaps a recruiter. Nobody could be trusted, everybody carried a weapon, everybody carried a bio-weapon mask, and nearly everyone slept through the days and worked through the nights.
As Gabriel rounded the final corner to his home he glanced to his upstairs apartment. Gabriel’s living room windows were illuminated by his bedroom light that cast across his apartment. In a flash the light gave way to darkness and Gabriel stopped at the moment. He replayed what he had seen, questioning if it really happened. “I know that light was just on.”
Gabriel knelt into the crevice of a doorway across the street. He quickly engaged his bio-weapon mask and took hold of his fully-automatic, burst shot firearm.
Gabriel was deeply involved with the war during the first few years as it was broadly political; should we or should we not be battling such a violent war. He always felt the war was for a just cause and now that the war had evolved there were few left that politicized it, apart from the media. The politics ended when the people realized that world war was inevitable and the only end was a fight for freedom; a fight for victory.
The violent war was being fought throughout the world, including Gabriel’s homeland; there were few places in the world that were considered safe from war. Where there were battles of armies, air and sea, they were extremely hot and deadly. More dangerous however were the battles of militia, soldiers known as the naturals. These were fighters from both alliances that wore civilian clothes, infiltrated society, gathered information, with the sole purpose of killing to advance the war. The naturals were the reason the tides of the war turned hands so often.
If the librarian was not a religious preacher, Gabriel was convinced he was a natural or perhaps a recruiter. Nobody could be trusted, everybody carried a weapon, everybody carried a bio-weapon mask, and nearly everyone slept through the days and worked through the nights.
As Gabriel rounded the final corner to his home he glanced to his upstairs apartment. Gabriel’s living room windows were illuminated by his bedroom light that cast across his apartment. In a flash the light gave way to darkness and Gabriel stopped at the moment. He replayed what he had seen, questioning if it really happened. “I know that light was just on.”
Gabriel knelt into the crevice of a doorway across the street. He quickly engaged his bio-weapon mask and took hold of his fully-automatic, burst shot firearm.
