TFG: A Cityscape on the Deadzone
by A. Bounds | Score: 3400
Commander Norman of the New York Deadzone border camp had placed us all on high alert the moment the drones detected the anomaly. We stood, in full combat gear, waiting for the call from our superiors on what to do. The most we got were some vague orders to move into the city and defend it. Nothing about attacking, nothing about scouting the enemy, just stand there and play babysitter to those on the border of the deadzone. The edge cities were slated for evacuation after the nuclear strikes, but not many wanted to leave, nor did we have any place to send them to. it wound up being a location where the poorer people stayed as a way to find cheap housing and cheaper jobs.
We drove into the city with our gun-topped transport trucks and pulled a basic perimeter around the city. The residents did not like that. Saw it as an incision from the government no matter how we tried to explain what was going on. I clearly remember a prostitute screaming at a different squad who had walked too close to the front of one of the buildings, spewing profanity at the soldiers who didn't even want to be here. They screamed right back.
We didn't learn till later, but there was an emergency senate meeting called during our escpades. They declared war on the crystal creatures. We stood there doing nothing the who