Vicky threw her lunchbox on the kitchen island of the tiny apartment that she and her roommate shared outside of Chicago Illinois.
“Kind of surprised they are still making weapons?” said her roommate a 24-year-old nurse who had just gotten out of the army. “The war is over?”
“Until those mythical SOB stab us in the back.” Countered Vicky as she looked at her ID photo on her bag which said her position at the weapon plant she had worked at since graduating high school. “They already took Florida and Parts of Northwest coast before they called it quits.”
That stung to Vicky, she was the youngest 4 and the only girl. Three of her brothers had served in the military, only one had come back alive. He was missing an arm but alive. He had been part of a squad to help the Mexican army retake Mexico City. They lost the city to the mythical creatures two months before the peace treaty, but her brother was still alive.
One brother is MIA presumed KIA in Florida when his ship was sunk off the coast in the failed attempt to retake that state. All of Florida and Southern Georgia was part of a mythical nation which now ruled the Gulf of Mexico and every island there. That nation was full of merpeople, sea dragons and others water based/tropical mythical creatures.
Her other brother was also MIA presumed KIA when his bomber was shot down near Eugene Oregon. That was another failed counterattack. A different mythical nation now ruled Northern Oregon, all of Washington State and parts of Idaho and Montana. That nation also went up into Canada, ruling most of British Columbia, large parts of Alberta and likely would have taken Alaska but they were stopped by a joint American, Canadian force just south of the Alaskan state line. There big foot, giants, centaurs, werewolves/were creatures ruled.
“Or we did call it.” Countered her roommate “I was at the battle to retake Kansas City…believe me we where lucky we won that or else there would be a centaur nation in the great plains, there is no way we could have pushed on after that without going nuclear.”
“Maybe.” Grumbled Vicky “Besides the war plant is going to be shut down in a month or two, I already have applicants out to go to college, finally.”
“Good I hope you get in.” said her roommate
“I should, I would already have my degree and be well on my way up the corporate ladder if it wasn’t for this war.” Complained Vicky “Damn government shut down most universities unless you were going into a field that would help the war.”
“Well they didn’t want people to go study art when they needed soldiers and sailors.” Countered her roommate.
As suddenly there was a knock at the door.
“I’ll get it.” Said Vicky as she opened the door to see four very large men and a women dressed in military police uniforms. At once Vicky’s heart sand and her blood turned to ice, so did her roommate. Both knew who these people where.
As part of the treaty a certain number of people had to be handed over to the mythical creatures to be transformed into a civilian population for them. So a draft was help and once your Social Security number came up, they came to get you. To prevent run aways or violence they gave no notice.
“Vicky…” said the women looking at a clip board as Vicky wanted to cry and scream at the same time as the women read off her name and SS number.
“Yes.” Answered Vicky in a voice just above a whisper
“You have been selected come with us.” Stated the women cop.
“Can I collect a few things and call my folk?” inquired Vicky
“You may be we will be watching you and you can call them en route.” Stated the cop
“I am so sorry Vicky.” Said her roommate as she gave the 24 old women a hug as tears flowed down both of them.