In the year 2114, the Atlantic Allied Alliance was in bitter battle over corruption and greed. The people had enough of unrestrained leadership. Prices for basic care had spun out of control. There was no strong leadership and treaties from other countries became paramount. The aliens that watched the human race had enough and attacks became frequent. No one would take responsibility and allies were hesitant to help. The continent was at war and the smattering of opposing forces came to be called rebels. This was a syndicate made up of groups of gangs, bikers, and ex-cons and every kind of race living on the fringes of society.<br/><br/>Rumors of attacks on the valley of Hillsdale Provence became too real for Fort Winsworth an AAA Fortrus and ammo dump suffered a direct hit on the morning of Domesday Celebrations February 15, 2115. The town was in an utter panic and over half the base destroyed. The fort was 15 miles from town. The citizens raced for the mountains and refuge in Hopesville.<br/><br/>Amy Southerland was an intern at Allatousa Children's Hospital. She had just finished a ten-hour shift and she and her fellow worker heard the intercom, "This is not a drill. This is not a drill. All personnel to the emergency bunker. All patients are to be in shelters 4,5 an 6. All personnel..." Dead Silence.<br/><br/>Amy was in total darkness for ten minutes before emergency lights were ahead of her. She knew the corridor ahead led to a concrete bunker. They had practiced drills for a month. A figure in the darkness handed her a bundle.It was slightly heavy and she could feel it was fleece. She was halfway inside the bunker before she had light enough to see it was a baby. She would have to check it over once there was enough light and she felt it was safe.<br/><br/>The door to the outside was open and she ran to a vacant parking space. The parking deck was a pile of rubble and she knew her car was toast. A large duffle bag was three yards away. She ran towards it and placed the baby on the ground. She knew she was taking a chance as she removed her shoe and threw it at the bag. A direct hit and her shoe was upright beside the bag unharmed.  Amy rushed to the bag. It was full of survival gear: Machete, survival knife with a serrated blade, an unscrewable end compass, waterproof matches, a screwdriver, metal saw chain, and whistle. The contents in the bag were two days of clothes including bra and panties, a survival guidebook, seven days of MREs, emergency medic kit, three bottles of water, and an all-in-one mess kit.<br/><br/>She placed all the contents back in, then strapped the bag through both her arms. She cradled the baby and ran across the street. In the distance she could see a silver jeep. Rapid fire blasted. She knew she had to get to the cabin in Hopesville, in the Northwest. Nearby was a McDonalds with broken windows from the blast. She knew Al's Bait and Tackle was a block away.<br/>She ran into the vacant parking lot and stepped cautiously over glass and rubble. She rushed into the area behind the counter and grabbed as many burgers, fries, and fried pies as she could stuff into the side pocket of the unzipped pocket. She skirted to the drink dispenser and filled three large cups of ice, and one with coke.  She picked up the cooing baby and stepped gingerly over the glass and rubble and opened a closet. She grabbed towels and toilet paper. She opened the ladies bathroom door placed the baby on the Kuala changing table while she filled the duffle with the paper products.<br/><br/>She slung the duffle on her back and the baby over her shoulder.  She rushed to Al's. She could hear people shouting in the distance behind a faint<span style="font-style: italic">ratt a tat tat</span>of gunfire.<br/>She ran toward the wooden building and the door was open and the building vacant. She grabbed a fishing pole, a tackle box and filled it with bobbers, fishing gears, hooks, fishing line, and an all-in-one knife. She grabbed four bags of beef jerky, formula, and a handful of Snickers, aspirin, Tic Tacs, a toiletry kit, and sunscreen. By the back exit was a box of Pampers, baby bottle, a pacifier, a 12 pack of wipes, and a pack of towels. Sitting on the porch was a fishing cart. She placed all the items on the cart beside the duffle bag. Then she placed the baby on top. The noise was getting closer and she ran into the woods just as a jeep with two men in grey uniforms whizzed by. The radio was blaring a hard rock tune and the machine gun was shooting at anything behind the Jeep. She was over toward the ravine when she met a soldier from her father's regiment. He was in camo battle gear. His was covered in dirt. He looked like he hastily dressed and stood before her pointing his rifle a few feet from her chest. She obviously startled him as she approached the shallow ravine.<br/><br/>She swallowed hard and held the baby tightly, "Easy Ranger, I am on your side. Where is my father, Commander Southerland?"