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before the plague changed everything. We survive and sometimes attempt to undermine the New Americans whenever the opportunity presents itself. Can we actually beat them? Probably not until the rest of the world decides to do something. For whatever reason, every other country has been silent. All we know is - don't try to cross the border.
                  The west coast has been silent too. Rumors are abound that it was invaded, cartels took over, or nukes went off. No one really seemed to know. In the past years, I haven't met a soul who had been farther than Ohio. The New Americans seem to avoid this area, too. They are concerned with the east coast. The original 13 colonies.
                  We are one of the New American's only speed bumps. The resistance began when Ryan helped an entire neighborhood of children survive the first winter after the plague. Soon, they all appointed him as some sort of leader and he took the responsibility seriously. A few years later, the New Americans rolled through and took everything from them, and even executed a few that tried to resist. As they drove off in their Jeeps and Hummers, Ryan swore that they would not be what this country became. His neighborhood relocated and began to grow and grow. He managed to create a thriving community that maintained civility and humanity. They dubbed themselves the Resistance due to their occasional attempts to prohibit New America's expansion. They tried their best to interfere with the plans of the New Americans. The day they saved me from the mine was one of the most liberating moments of my entire life, and their largest mission to date. A lot of people died, and they went low key again for a long time.
                  “Dave,” Ryan says, “I want a complete inventory of our firepower and a headcount on all men who are willing to come with us.” No one was forced to fight, but most who could chose to anyway. Most had a reason. Ryan points to a few other men in the tent and tells them to make sure the vehicles are gassed and ready to go. Eventually, he turns to me.
                  “Carter, I really need you with me on this. I'm not expecting this to be pretty, but it's worth the risk. I trust you out there with me as we go in, and if anyone gets hurt out there you are the most capable to save them.”
                  After Ryan learned of my medical skills, he made me in charge of all medical operations in the Resistance. No one else then had much knowledge aside from basic first aid. In the past few years, I had set bones, removed appendices, and even delivered a baby. I trained a staff, but none of them had the same knowledge and experience as me. It's hard to duplicate an M.D. program.
                  “Maybe,” Ryan seems to be lost in thought for a moment, “just maybe, they will learn that they can't keep treating these people like cattle.”
                  My memories race again to over five years ago. The black helicopters. The girls. Jocelyn. In this long moment, the flap of the tent opens, and one of my best medical assistants walks in. Her beauty still catches me off guard.
                  “Sorry if I...” she begins apologetically.
                  “We were just finished.” Ryan interrupts with a quick smile and a nod. Most of the other men have already left. “He is all yours.”
                  Ryan walks out, and she is already against my chest and her lips meet mine. It had been two days since I saw her last, but it felt like weeks. She went with a few of the others on a scavenging mission. She was with several men I trust, and I knew she would be safe.
                  Besides, she could take care of herself.
                  “Did you miss me?” she says while interlocking her fingers behind my neck.
                  “Every second.” Our lips meet again. I