They said that the war would never come to our home.
The war was never supposed to be on our doorstep,
But there it was.We fought hard, and we fought long, but we were no match.
When the red star flew above the Capitol, we knew that it was the end...
But we were wrong.Deep in the Blue Ridge Mountains, we have waited.
We've trained hard, and our hope grew stronger.
We all knew that America wasn't defeated.
Now it's our task to make that the truth.
SSG Jackson Taylor
Asheville, North Carolina
Pack Square Park was once a place of beauty and youthful fun, but this was no more. The Vance Memorial was broken in half, with the upper half now lying broken in the reflecting pool which once helped people to understand the tale of Zebulon Baird Vance. The Russian soldiers fighting for the RSB had done their job destroying the hopes of the people of Asheville. They laid waste to Asheville, killing many civilians, as well as destroying the last official United States Army installation on the continent. It was rare that the citizens of Asheville came outside of their homes, but today was a different sort of day. The Russian special forces were in town, and the citizens were told to gather in Pack Square Park. In front of the Vance Memorial stood a Russian officer whose name was known very well to the American public. Major Todor Belyakov was a hardened man with a brutal means of ruling over his occupied territory. He was responsible for both the terror of the American civilians, as well as the Chinese reluctance to co-occupy the East Coast. Major Belyakov stood with a GSh-18 pistol, and three hooded prisoners next to him. He was shouting to the large crowds of people in broken English, and the prisoners were terrified. The gathering at Pack Square Park was a rally around an execution.
In a building nearly a mile away, a pair of men watched the Russian officer intently. One of the men looked through a scope detached from the sniper rifle, which was held by the other man. SSG Jackson Taylor knew that his spotter was damned good, but the classic military branch rivalries sometimes got the best of him. Jackson's spotter, a former Marine called John, signalled to Jackson that Belyakov was very close to executing the prisoners. He spoke out loud various details about wind speed and direction, as well as a few variables that Jackson already knew. Just as Major Belyakov brought his pistol up to fix on a prisoner, Jackson squeezed his trigger, sending a high-powered bullet with perfect placement into Major Belyakov's chest. The Russian disappeared in a burst of blood and bone fragments, and the prisoners fled. Before the Russian soldiers in the square knew what had happened, Jackson and John were on their feet and moving quickly. Before long, they were back in the BMC, unwilling to brag about taking down the most notorious Russian thug in the mainland.
Emma Greist
Blue Ridge Mountain Camp
Emma walked through the BMC, careful not to bump into anybody. She carried with her a veterinary bag that she had brought with her to the BMC when she first went there. All around her were rudimentary cots set up quickly by the people who had come to the BMC looking for relief from the occupying forces in the mainland United States. She had been called over by a family who had a dog; one of the only families in the BMC with a pet. The dog had fallen ill, likely due to malnutrition in the wartime, so Emma worried that she wouldn't be able to do too much for the animal. When she saw the dog, she knew that she had her work cut out for her. In the BMC, people didn't always speak to each other, so Emma wasn't surprised when the woman sitting next to the struggling animal didn't greet her in any way. People were depressed after the war times, which was to be expected. Instead of talking to the woman, Emma just looked the animal over. She started by estimating the dog's weight, in the absence of a scale, and writing it next to her estimate of the dog's normal, healthy weight. She then did a thorough physical examination of the pet. During her physical exam, she found blotches in the dog's eyes, which told Emma that hemorrhage had occurred. With her lack of medical equipment, Emma knew that she wasn't able to do anything for the dog. She looked up at the woman, a tear forming in her eye. She stood up just as Jackson Taylor walked by, still visibly energised by the prior day, so she nodded kindly to the soldier. Jackson had been put in charge of training residents of the BMC in the art of combat, so that they could mount a fight against the RSB. After her temporary distraction passed, Emma went to the woman watching over her dying pet.
"Ma'am, I'm very sorry. Your dog is clearly malnourished, and this has caused hemorrhaging to happen. Since the war, I haven't been able to get my hands on the right equipment, so there isn't anything I can do. I'm very sorry." Emma looked at the woman, noting her reaction. The woman was clearly shaken, having nobody else around to call her family. Her dog had been her only family through the war time, and that family was dying. Such was the way life was in the BMC, and Emma knew that she had to deal with it.