They Are Coming.

Day 1,974, 15:59 • Published in Ireland Ireland • by Shadowfang


Sitting at a desk, writting this from cabin in eScotland. The conquering took many a soul and many a weapon. The clicking of the keys of the computer like the rattle of a Q2. Sighing silently and in the shade from the highland sun, I sit in my cabin.



A crumbled newspaper sits beside me, with the headlines "The Return of TWO.Raising a hand from the keyboard to wipe my brow, I stare at the newspaper. Seconds turn into minutes as the world passes by and I hear the faint sound of gunfire a way in the distance. The noise breaks my concentration and I look to the South.



Raising from my chair slowly, I close the blinds in the cabin. Picking up the trusty rifle from behind the chair and checking its ammo count. Putting on my helmet and tying my boot strings while whistling. Walking out of my front door I pull out my keys and get into my Q6 and prep the ignition. Whispering calming thoughts and breathing deeply. Taking one last look at the home on the hills which I've made for myself since the occupation,



Polish and British warcries in the distance

I keep going by reminding myself that The Best is Yet to Come

They Are Coming.