Love and War

Love and War

In May of 2018, all hell had broken loose. The economy had collapsed, then came the rioting and the looting. Soon after, the government had declared martial law and tried to restore order under a dictatorial government. The citizens were in no way about to bow down to such oppressive tyrants and so they began to fight back, beginning the 2nd Revolutionary War. The war lasted for about a year when the citizens were finally able to overthrow the government. But instead of things returning to normal or even getting better, they stayed pretty much the same except now there was Anarchy and Warlords ruled most of the towns.
My name is Paul Redfield. I’m a 33 year old ex-soldier. I’m about 5’6″ with a muscular build, very short brown hair and brown eyes. I had grown up on a farm with my mom, dad, and a brother that was a year younger. We lived about 10 miles outside of town at the base of a mountain next to 300 square miles of wilderness. When I was 18, I joined the army and was sent to Korea. A few years later, while on leave, my brother and I had purchased a couple of acres of wilderness land 20 miles from our farm. We built a cabin and a small pole barn on the land and used it whenever we went on hunting and fishing trips. The only way to get there was on horseback since there were no roads leading to the cabin, hence the reason for the barn. There was no electricity but we did have running water thanks to a water tower that we built. We had an indoor shower that was gravity fed, and a toilet that we flushed by pouring a bucket of water into the bowl. The sinks were all operated by a hand pump. We had a wood cook stove for heating the cabin and for cooking.
We had just come back from a hunting trip when we found both of our parents and my brothers wife and young daughter had been killed by a group of bandits. We buried them in our family cemetary on the farm. The we decided that we would go live at the cabin until everything got better, if it ever did. After a month of living there, we started to figure that we needed to atleast come back down once a month to try to find some information about what is happening and to scavenge some supplies. So, every month we would travel down to the farm and then go into town and find whatever supplies and information we could. It had been about a year and a half after we started living in the mountains when we were returning from one of our scavenger hunts that we ran into an ambush and my brother had been killed. I buried him next to his wife and daughter at our family cemetary and then stayed up at the cabin for about 2 months before deciding to come back down for more supplies.
I was searching a department store for supplies, and that’s when I met Tracey. She was a very pretty 15 year old girl. She was about 5’4″ with an athletic build and a very nice, firm set of 34B titts. She had golden blonde hair that hung just below her shoulders, emerald green eyes, and she was wearing a dark blue sweatshirt, blue jeans and white tennis shoes, and was carrying a gray backpack. When we first saw each other we just stared at each other and didn’t say a word. After about 20 seconds, I turned and headed further into the store to gather my supplies. We I was on my way out, I saw her sitting near the entrance of the store. When she saw me approaching, she stood up and stared at me with a pleading look on her face. I knew that she was wanting to come with me since it was too dangerous to stay in town, but she never spoke. I thought about it for a minute, then looked at her and said, “come on.”
It had been 3 months after we met. We had just returned from a scavenger hunt. I had taken the supplies into the cabin, while Tracey led the horses and pack mule down to the barn.