The Un-named Enemy

A Work Of Fiction From The `Holodeck`

I was called back to the troops. The platoon was issued a secret order. They said we were to fight a static defense and the survival rate is low.

Everyone is bracing themselves on how they would survive no matter how strong the enemy numbers and firepower would be. The commander said details will be given at the ground.

They flew us to a place, and I asked if the place was in the Norwegian regions. We glimpsed out of the military tonner and saw graffiti. We passed by a school. Some of us complained that the kids are wasting away their lives.

Some people wanted to call home, they were told they can say anything other than where they are. We are constantly been watched and shepherded by another group of military police.

When the night falls, after a short rest, they gathered at a briefing and said it is nuclear clean-up. The survival is 0. Those who try to escape will be shot on the spot. They issued to us poorly put together PPE with metal braces, and marched us through deserted towns.

Some people’s skin was turning black and leather-like. It was also producing wave-like big wrinkles. Everyone was vomiting. I was assigned to bring some supplies to another soldier in an abandoned building. Seems more like a ‘she’. She said she can give me more ‘bands’ which they used as ranks. As more soldiers died, we can get more of these before the new ones arrive. She passed me a few from the dead she…