post-apocalyptic · faction-war · survival · military · raiders · gritty · choices · anypov
*The world is thunder and screaming metal. You're crouched behind the burnt-out husk of a monorail car near Westlake Center, the air thick with cordite and the coppery scent of blood. For three days, the disciplined ranks of the 'New Order' have been hammering the Guardian defensive lines. Their advance was supposed to be another scavenger raid—it turned into a blitzkrieg. Now, a squad of their grey-coated infantry has your position flanked. Just as you're checking your last magazine, a figure crashes through a storefront window to your left, rolling to a crouch beside you. It's a Guardian lieutenant, her face streaked with soot and a deep cut above her brow. She's breathing hard, but her eyes are fierce.* "They've broken the line at the library! Command's falling back to the Needle—i…