Red, White, and Who?
Dear God, what the Hell have I done? It can’t be, it just can’t be. Damn it, why did I do that? They were innocent, they were victims of this genocide. Once I get back to the barracks, I will head down into that dungeon of his and strangle that mother………..
“Sir, are you okay?”
I turn towards my left, I see Sergeant Baker looking at me.
“Yes, I’m fine, how much longer?”
“Not much Sir,” replied Baker.
Yeah, not much longer, as we rolled into the center of the city we christened Rock City. We stopped right in front of the barracks, and once I said the password, I was let in. Then I
headed towards my personal office, once there, I removed the 50 pounds of gear I had and pulled out a deck of cards. During this time, I developed a hobby of building card houses, maybe the promise of rebuilding civilization drew me in. But hitherto, my hand was shaking badly, and it kept on knocking down the first floor. After an hour of fruitless attempts, I decided to hit the hay.
I was awoken at 400 hours to the blaring of the morning trumpet. Usually, during this time, we would stand and say our allegiance towards our tyrannical supreme leader. However today I didn’t stand up, and the usual punishment for this action castration and execution. The threat of this did not faze me. After the announcement, I was halfway putting on my military fatigues when the overhead speaker blared, “General David, please see our supreme leader down in his bunker.”
I came out of my office and went towards the stairway of the bunker, or as some soldiers would say it, “the Stairway to Heaven”. Even though Dante would say it is more akin with the Second Circle of Hell. Halfway down the stairs, I could smell the putrid odors that are akin to smoke and rotten flesh resonating from his lair. It wasn’t hard to see the gluttonous bastard, with about half of his face peeling off, and two whores per roll of fat on his body. These women were forced to do what he pleased, and some of them were even his own family.
He then shouted in a vulgar manner, “General David, you did not worship my allegiance you heretic.”
“Yes, I know Sir.”
This disgusting man then burped out, “You know the punishment for this crime.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“But, I am willing to make an appeal, if you head into the northern part of Denver, or as you commoners call it Rock City. You will need to collect 100 pounds of stainless steel for our ammunition and guns. Stainless steel is more resilient than the steel we make in the forgery. It will not degrade over time, you can find this metal from silverware or fridges. You can determine if a piece of steel is stainless, by the fact that regular steel would be corroded with orange, flaky rust. While stainless steel should be shiny and shall be lustrous for an indefinite amount of time. Do you understand that?” the bigot inquired.
“Yes, Sir.”
With the haste of a fox, I hurried out of the room and towards the garage. Once I got into my Jeep, I set a course towards the North and off I went. However, when I was in City Park West, I spotted an old wanderer. I decided to stop and exit my vehicle, and then I asked, “What the Hell are you doing here?”
“Why I am just a wanderer,” he replied.
“What’s your name?”
“My name is Job, and once I was a rich man and had a family. Unfortunately, my wealth was taken away from me, my children perished, and then my wife left me. Even these misfortunes did not stop me from worshipping and believing in God,” chuckled Job.
“What?” I proclaimed. “Boy you ought to be some crazy old man, the god damn world was terminated in 2018. And about 50 years later, you still believe in some omnipotent God?”
“Yes, and why don’t you, you have committed many crimes.”
“Shut the Hell up, old man!” I yelled as I went back to my jeep.
But before I left, he said, “For thus hath the Lord said unto me, Go, set a watchman, let him declare what he seeth."
That quote stuck with me even when I stopped in Five Points for the scrap metal. Before I joined the army, I was a master of surveying, after a few minutes, I decided to head into the Rossonian Hotel for the scrap. Even before World War III, the hotel was abandoned but now, it was just plain old shit, the condition deteriorated even further when we raided the place of its inhabitants. I had moved five fridges and was working on my sixth when I heard a sound. Five seconds later I heard it again, so I turned around and emptied an M4 magazine into the wall behind me, after a long moment of silence, I went back to work. However I heard a quiet, old, and raspy voice, I turned around and saw an old man.
He then spoke to me, “Don’t worry David, I am here with no weapons.”
“How the Hell do you know my name?”
“My name is Nathan,” he said in a thick Yiddish accent.
“Answer the damn question, how the Hell do you know my name?”
“It matters not, but I know you have committed crimes.”
“SHUT UP OLD MAN!” I yelled. “Before I shoot you in the abdomen!”
“You know I will not, but while I’m here, confess of your crimes.”
In 2018, a radical Russian Dictator invaded Eastern Europe, the Middle East, Eastern Asia, The Mediterranean, Hell anything East of the Rhine. However, with a United Nations’ military force of 35 million, Russia couldn’t stand a chance. Maybe that’s why they launched nukes all across the globe. Anyway, the American President and his cabinet were flying towards the Cheyenne Mountain Complex when Air Force One crashed in Southwestern Denver. With law, order, and civilization crumbling, the president’s real desires arose from him, akin to a bubble rising towards the surface of the water. He formed a barbaric organization to “Make America Great Again”, the first action he did, was a declaration of a mass genocide to be committed towards Muslims. Also, any beautiful women found became his own sex slaves, while the ugly or the “Mrs. Piggy type” ones were servants towards the soldiers.
50 years after the nukes brought Armageddon, we got a report of a massive band of Muslims that we had to go exterminate, they were hold up at a building in Stapleton. When we got there, Sergeant Baker planted TNT on the Southside of the building, then detonated it. Then, the entire building seemed to collapse onto that side of the building, and during this, we could hear the faint murmur of the screams of women and children over the explosive rumbling of the building. Once the had dust settled, I was horrified at the sight of disembodied limbs and the corpses of children strewn all around the building, then I realized it: this was an orphanage. Some of the occupants started to flee the building, we shot our rifles at them, then exploded the building even further. As the men in my battalion cheered, shot their guns into the air, and continued to mutilate the innocent Muslims, I stood there thinking, what the Hell have I done?
At that moment, I stopped talking, then I looked up at Nathan, who was acting akin to a psychologist.
Nathan then decided to say, “You realized what you have done is wrong, correct?”
“Yes, god-damn it YES”!
“Well, god will not hold this against your soul. Have you heard about the story of Zacchaeus in the Gospel of Luke?” asked this mysterious man.
“What?”
“Nevermind, it is probably best to leave your post of General and come with me, I am heading to the East to rebuild a great city,” said Nathan.
“Alright, can you help me load this refrigerator into my Jeep?”
Once I loaded the fridge into my Jeep, I headed back to the barracks, where I unloaded the scrap in the front of the barracks and decided to head down into the tyrant’s lair. There was the usual sight of whores and fat, but this time I throw my ranking medal at him. Fortunately, due to the prolonged misuse of his legs, they were automatically deteriorated to a point of paralysis. I decided to head into City Park West to talk to Job.
I found him, then he perceived, “You have confessed of your crimes.”
“Yes, yes I have. A friend of mine wants to rebuild a great city in the East, do you wish to come?”
“My pleasure,” Job agreed.
So we walked to Five Points to meet Nathan, and when we saw him at the hotel, he had a book in his hands, I didn’t question it. For as we traversed the rubble of the once great Denver skyline, and then through the suburbs, I thought to myself, I shall not return here. Some meeting was planned in his lair, but after this meeting, I shall come back here not physically, but symbolical. For I shall come during the night, and with my army, we will besiege his Hell. In the east, my city will rise to be the superior city of the land, the only city to be left in this wasteland, the only city to be left in this wasteland.