Thread: Homefront: The Next Episode (Writer & Yonder Strangest Things)

They called them re-education camps, where people were taken to be taught the error of their ways in opposing Korean liberation. They were black-sites and anybody who thought otherwise was a fool. The KPA came in the middle of the night, grabbed you from your bed while you were sleeping, and hauled you away in handcuffs and a black hood over your head. You were worked till you dropped, tortured, beaten, interrogated for supposed subversion of the liberation, and if you were lucky then they shot you and dumped your body in an unmarked grave. If you were lucky. For the former Navy pilot, his escape was a lucky breuak to subvert the cycle so many others had been forced to endure. Somehow God had smiled on him and had brought him the opportunity to escape. A stolen KPA mortar, some smoke and HE rounds, and some brave members of the Texas resistance had meant he and several others were able to make it out of the camp in the confusion. Some of them had been recaptured, most were shot, but the red-haired pilot had managed to stay alive. But it seemed God hadn't been favorable enough to give him keys for the handcuffs. So he was still bound. Which complicated a few things about his escape, he had realized as he moved amongst the abandoned houses. For example, stopping rape. Just moments ago he had heard echoing grunts and screams coming from somewhere in the street. Enough time spent around them had meant he had little trouble recognizing Korean, and being American-born meant his primary tongue was recognized much faster. So he had instantly did his best to try blending in with the nearest shadowed surface -- a blue wall. He had edged his way to the front of the house and did his best to keep in the shadows while he tried to glimpse what was happening. He got his view just in time to witness the soldier jam the gun in the young woman's face, and he had froze. To say he was conflicted was somewhat of an understatement. His brain went to ways as he watched what was happening. His rational side, the one that had been responsible for most of his escape from the death camp, wanted to leave her. He was outside the wire in a dog-eat-dog world, and she just hadn't been fast enough. His moral and emotional side, that loved his mom, apple pie, and the flag was giving a different argument. It wasn't a dog-eat-dog world, it was a wolf-eat-dog world. Another wolf needed help. He didn't let out any sort of battle cry, or shout of anger as he came running. No, thatwas air to be saved for what was coming in the very immediate future. In their tussle for her pants, it seemed like neither the KPA soldier, or the girl heard the sound of steel-toed Navy work boots pounding on the pavement -- but neither of them could miss the impact. It was a sloppy kick, to be sure, but coming from a man with little ability to balance himself it was something rather noteworthy. The Koreans nose broke, a spurt of dark red blood making a cloud as he was knicked to the side. In his flaul, the Korean grabbed the sailor's leg, and both of them were quickly on the ground. The Korean was dazed, which gave his assaillant only the briefest of advantages, but not enough of one to allow a killing blow. The two started rolling and beating on each other in a blind fumble. In the midst of it, the girl might have heard her fellow escapee. Shoot this son of a -- The punch to the face by the KPA soldier cut him off.