The forest was quiet no more, the sounds of bullets and screams of pain could be heard by anyone near by. On one side were men dressed in black battle dress uniforms along with with a Kevlar vest that covered their entire torsos other accessories such as the gas masks that were equipped with night vision as well as their knee and elbow pads made them seem more then just rebel faction. Yet as bleak and dark as these rebels  seemed they had all equipped their own weapons of various types and each had a patch on their arms, their own 'Coat of Arms' per say. On the other side were the more bleak soldiers, all forced to have no individuality besides their own name tags and faces. They wore a basic olive green uniform along with simple methods of protection such as their helmets. They had all their standard rifles, the Chinese Type 81, an older variant of the Kalashnikov of today's times but still an effective infantry weapon for these simple soldiers of the Communist overlords.<br/><br/>The reason for this small battle was an outpost that had been bothering the rebels for some time now, as the firing continued so did the orders to 'Move back' and 'Retreat' but almost all were cut off immediately as their cried were unheeded. The lights had been sabotaged by the rebels and just as soon as the firing began to lessen, the lights went back on. Orders were shouted again "Kill any survivors, if there are prisoners bring them to me and someone call the convoy!" someone ordered "We need to load any supplies into the trucks and get out of here as soon as possible... Corporal Lee!" he called "Someone find him!"<br/><br/>The man shouting these orders was stopped immediately as another man stepped in from the dark into the light "Commander!" he exclaimed, the man wore the exact same uniform as his men but the only difference was that, unlike them he only had a mere side arm and as though as cliche as this sounds, a blade strapped to his back. "Report..." the Commander said simply.<br/><br/>The man nodded "Um...all enemies are eliminated and we are in the process of sweeping the area for any runners as well as finding any prisoners and looking for supplies...Commander, may I ask you something?" the man said "Yes, Lieutenant you may... you don't need permission to ask me something, you know that already," the Commander said. The Lieutenant nodded "What do we do with the bodies?" he asked "Oh yes and their weapons as well as personal effects," he said. The Commander didn't say anything for a little while "If we have time bring the bodies in here, the weapons I saw that they carried were the old Chinese Kalashnikov's correct?" he asked and the Lieutenant nodded "Take as many as we can and as their personal effects...leave them be...unless they carry important information got it, Lieutenant?" he said and the Lieutenant nodded and ran off to give orders. "Lieutenant!" he yelled after him "If you find any prisoners ... bring them to me," he said and the Lieutenant nodded again<br/><br/>The Commander sighed as he looked down at the aftermath of the massacre, he didn't even consider the whole a thing a fight, it was more like a beating by the look of it. No casualties on his side or at least he thought, the Communists soldiers or 'Commies' as rebels all over the world started to call them after the war. He was only 10 years old when it all started but even then when the first attacks reached his hometown no one cared if he was just a child, all they cared about was surviving as is human nature.<br/><br/>He watched his men behind the gas mask that he still wore, he somehow liked anonymity of wearing it, even thought most of his own soldiers could probably just know who he was by just entering a room. Although his face was not revealed, it was obvious that he was quite tall, about 6”1', the uniform that he wore as was standard in his 'army' was hiding a lean but strong form, he waited for another report from any of his Lieutenants, but it seemed it wouldn't be awhile until they did. They were all too busy ordering the others around and organizing everything before they deserted the outpost.<br/><br/>From behind that gas mask, an unseen smirk was forming on his lips “If I don't do it...” he said softly to himself. He had long stopped caring about the soldiers that he had killed or he had executed, he took comfort in the fact that it was a 'Necessary Evil' and of course everyone else agreed with him. Yet when he had first been made the Commander it was not so, he would go through sleepless nights for weeks at a time and at the same time keep a strong and calm appearance for his people, he couldn't let them down it wasn't an option for him but at the same time he wished he had the option of choosing to be the leader of the City, but it was not so... he was the most suitable person for the job or at least thats what they told him.