John- United Human Faction- Day 5
They were soldiers now, fighting on the front lines with nothing between them and their opposition. It was an addictive feeling, more so even than the raids against criminals they had performed in the past. There was nothing like standing toe to toe with a foe just as capable of killing John as he was of killing them. There was no sneaking through alleyways here; the enemy was tangible and formidable. The creature which had grown in John’s heart since his service in Korea was enjoying itself, as was Richard. Carlos had been too busy communicating with the leadership to see any fighting. While the strong-willed leader wished he could do his share, a part of John wished for the opposite.
“The Front,” as it was called, was a wasteland to John’s eyes. He had always lived in the more prosperous regions of the desert where there was something living in every direction, but here the earth already bore scars of combat. There were places in the sand where he could see only a black stain; a patch of nothingness. It was nothing compared to what the Koreans had done, but it was bad enough. It brought out something in every man on the field, as if the darkness fed on civilized natures of the men.
John had recognized the change before, but he couldn’t feel it until then. The Faction was the people’s army. It was what he had dreamt for years. It was what he had dreaded for years. These people understood. They were fighting for their families and friends, for a bright future.
For now, though, he did not fight for the catalyst of change. John fought as an animal. John fought because he could.
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