A lot of people'll tell you it happened quickly. They'll always say that they were astonished the way it all went down. When history looks back on these days, those'll be the people that kids'll look back and wonder "why didn't they see this coming?"
It started out real small. A few policy changes there, the occasional reform. When the Brits started running CCTV cameras all throughout their country, everyone decried them. Said it was totalitarian. Those were the same folks that turned their backs and let the government pick their pockets. It took one guy spilling the beans for people to see what was really going on. Even then, even after all the outrage and condemnation, things kept spiraling out of control.
When the oil tap ran out, it was like a dream. Nobody seemed to be capable of understanding it. The system was too big to fail, too powerful to collapse, and yet just like that, it did. War, disease, famine, even the hermit kingdom got a taste of the hell we experienced. The bastards tried marching right across the DMZ and we all paid it out the ass for it. Chicago, Seattle, Los Angeles, New York, even D.C. Every single one blown right off the map.
Things got even worse on the homefront. There wasn't enough food or water to go around. The NDF had to be set up just to stop the ration riots back in '18. Most of us were already home by that point. I got to see it all firsthand.
The American dream died the day Harrison took office. He promised us peace and plenty and all he asked for in return was silent, obedient consent. Never mind the beatings in the ration lines, forget about the disappearing political figures, don't worry about being dragged off into the night for speaking your mind.
It has to end. The circle cannot hold. Bring it all down.
Rain cascaded down over the broken city, shattered buildings casting their shadows over the streets below. A long line crawls down the block around a small building. The people, tired, await their rations for the week. Among them, a woman stood, hands in her pockets. She sighed, looking around. Two soldiers in riot gear waited near the entrance, weapons ready. Their faces were obscured beneath heavy masks and iron helmets. To her left, a series of posters were plastered against the wall. The first, a man in NDF gear, with large bold letters reading: "Keep it clean, or they will." The other displayed a stereotypical terrorist, AK-47 in one hand and a bomb in the other. The text below read: "He is not your friend. Report all dangerous activities immediately." She sighed, wiping rain off the top of her ballcap. Some people actually buy into that crap. She scanned around. The rest of the team was out of sight, probably in the line. Just the way she wanted it.
Once she was inside, Veronica quickly batted the rain off her coat and checked around. There were five in the room altogether. Two NDF troopers, three civies. She peeked over to find two of them were Ryan and O'Neil. O'Neil didn't respond, merely fixing her hair into a tight bun and taking a deep breath. Ryan, a portly man with a goatee, smiled and waved at her. One of the troopers behind the counter yelled to him.
"You, chubby guy. You getting rations or what?"
"Yeah, yeah. Sorry. I just know her."
Oh my god, Ryan, you fucking retard. I tell you to do one thing-
"Next"
O'Neil stepped forward, Ryan carrying a small package away. He smiled to Veronica as he headed for the door, only to stop.
"Hey, I had four ration cards. There's only enough for three here. The fuck is this?"
He turned back around, pushing past O'Neil to the desk. The man behind the counter merely sighed and looked at him, tiredly.
"Sir, we don't determine-"
"I've got two kids at home, how the hell are they supposed to eat?!"
As the two argued, Veronica slowly slid a handgun out of her jacket. O'Neil did the same. One of the NDF troopers stepped forward, placing his hand on Ryan's shoulder.
"Look, buddy, just come back tomorrow and we'll-"
The man was cut off as Veronica stepped forward and jammed the barrel of the gun against his neck. The trooper barely had a moment to react before she emptied the clip into him. Blood sprayed onto Veronica's face as O'Neil did the same. Within seconds, both soldiers were dead. Ryan then withdrew a sawn-off shotgun from under his coat and placed the barrel against the man's nose.
"Now-"
He said, smiling.
"-about that food you've got there."