So here's the next part of my story lol... thats for those of you who actually read it or even care lol.... i feel spechal anyways
From the diary of Sasha. Keeper of Confidence for E.O.W.R
I'm planning to leave the city, it is becoming over crowded and government rations are becoming smaller by the day. I plan to go into the suburbs; I hear there are quite a few people living out there, living off the land, I wish to learn how. I have also heard a rumour of a great rebellion leader looking for followers, I don't know if this is true, when I asked the boy for more details he ran off.
I must gather my few belongings; clothing, shoes, paper and pen and take them with me, it will be a long walk. I have saved some of my rations from the last few days; I hope they will see me through til I meet up with some people who can show me how to acquire food without the help of the government. I plan to find this great rebellion leader and join him, so I need to become more independent.
I passed the soldier's station. They howled and whistled as I walked past, for as much as I loathe them I do feel sorrow for them. They eat as little as we do, if not less, they have dark, hollow eyes from staying awake for such long periods of time. I think it must be worse having to stay at home and fight your own people, rather than fighting others.
I kept walking. I passed what used to be a petrol station, now it is just a run down empty shell. What used to be the petrol bowsers are now just piles of melted metal; the tanks were long dry before they were ever set alight. Today is hot and humid, dark grey clouds shed a dank light upon everything, I feel as though everything is in black and white.
I'm walking in the opposite direction to everyone else, it's almost time for the rations to be handed out, if you get there too late you miss out, or you just get the sloppy scraps. One of the young soldiers is staring at me from his post, he looks new, I know all of the soldiers well enough by now, I've had the occasional run in with a few, never too much trouble. I meet his gaze then decide it'd be better not to, so I look straight ahead, in my peripheral vision I see him look side to side then gallop over to me he falls into an even stride next to me.
"Where you headin'? It's almost ration time, you are goin' the wrong way. You gonna miss out!" He seems to be only a few years younger than myself, not old enough to have finished High school, but to have made it a fair way through.
"I've got my rations" I say. Hoping now he will leave.
"No you don't. You can't have. They haven't given out evenin' rations yet."
"I'm sorry but do you want something?" I ask him. I've stopped walking, he is getting on my nerves.
"I was just wonderin' where a nice lady like yourself would be going when it's almost time for evenin' rations, that's all"
"Well, luckily for you, that isn't your problem now, is it?" I ask him, now I am getting impatient.
"Well, no need to get snarky."
This is where I walk away. I do not need any young soldier getting in my way. I want out of this city. And that is where I'm headed.
From the journal of George. Leader of E.O.W.R.
I have reached the camp of my informant. He is very generous and offers to take me into the city to meet his soldier friends and the small rebellion groups in the city. I have gracefully declined, if soldiers want to speak to me, they can seek me out, I do not seek soldiers. I did however ask him for a map as I prefer to work through the city alone, it is less conspicuous.
I've been watching the few soldiers stationed in this area, they are old veterans, fat and lazy, they do not to care much for the people. It seems they keep all the rations for themselves which is why the people here live off the land. I resent the older soldiers, the ones that come from the earlier times of the war; they have given up and are corrupt.
I've been talking to a few people around here but they seem content with what they have, they have no ambitions, no quarrels they are happy. That is no good for my cause. I need malcontents, people willing to fight for the old way of life. Perhaps I will be luckier if I start in the city, I find this unusual as I normally find fewer people in the city and more in the suburbs willing to join. Tomorrow I will head into the city.
From the personal log of the Prime Minister of Australia
The meeting did not go so well. Russia refuses to surrender; I fear the war will rage on for another decade, which is something I do not wish for. Our economy cannot last. The only way the war will end is when the nuclear bombs begin to fly, and then there will be no one to be raging wars.