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It was dark when Les came to. A large chunk of lead wall saved him from the blast. He dusted himself off and felt around for his weapon. When his fingers touched the cool steel of the gun, he hurried outside and started to head back to camp.
Les had been a soldier all his life. That’s just the way it is now. He was holding a plasma rifle before he could walk and took down his first terminator at the age of three. When he was nine, he led a squadron of resistance fighters into a Skynet work camp to free the prisoners. Fighting was in his blood. He lived this shit.
Les wasn’t sure when or how the war first started. Some said the war had started in 2025. Others say it was more like 2200. Still others claimed we had always been fighting the machines. Accurate historical records were impossible now. The machines had destroyed so much. So much of the past was now gone forever. Les couldn’t even be sure of the year. He couldn’t afford to spend time thinking about that now. There was too much at stake.
As he walked, he was alerted to a funny green and purple light flickering off in the distance. It seemed to float up and down while lazily moving towards him. “That can’t be an HK,” he said under his breath. He had never seen any aircraft move like that.
Instinctively, he moved off the road and laid flat in the ditch, keeping an eye on the light as it moved closer and closer to his position. As he watched it, he had a gut feeling that it wasn’t a threat.
Suddenly, the light zoomed across the sky until it was right over Les. Before he had a chance to comprehend what was happening, an overpowering bright light flashed; he felt the dirt and weeds from the ditch vanish from underneath him.
To be continued