Amber Grunden

Retrieving Rory

Tilting her canteen to the darkening sky, Alina emptied the last drops of water, barely quenching her thirst. It was that time again. Her supplies were running low and she needed to find a spring to replenish her water canteens. Occasionally she would join passersby; they were an easy way to replenish without venturing too far from the trail her father had mapped out before he passed five years ago. It had been nearly ten since the government started bombing its own people in an attempt to gain the control they desired. Her father had been among the first batch of eager radicals, as the government labeled them, determined to stop their tyrannical government. He was a skilled pilot for the country's military before everything went to hell. It was his plan that gave The Rebellion such an edge. He helped take out all the power grids in the country. It was not only the most but the only large organized attack the rebels ever had. Her father realized two years into the war that it was the radio transmissions leaving the Suits and the Rads, code-names given by the rebels to each side, at a stalemate. Remove the power source for the radio towers, remove the radio transmissions. Two years in was his epiphany but it took another three years to execute. Her father was adamant that no radio transmissions could discuss the plan and only a select few could know. This meant the information spread by foot. A coordinated, silent attack that her father died executing but it worked. Radio transmissions are still down, five years later. Anytime the government tries to rebuild, the remaining rebels are there to halt it.