World domination 101 prologue

Prologue

A caravan is slowly passing through the icy wasteland of what was previously known as suburbs of Paris.

Mike the caravan leader walks slowly next to armored cars with his weapon ready.

-Halt!- He shouts after he sees one of the scouts waving to him.

After the caravan stopped the scout quickly came to Mike.

-What is it?- Mike asked.

-Contact directly in front of the caravan about 20 mikes from us.- The scout reported.

-Give me details.-

-One man. Armed looks like a scout. Walking directly towards our location.- Reported the scout.

-Everyone defensive positions! Target directly east. Take cover. Snipers take positions on the roofs to the north and east! Scouts north south west and east 5 mikes. Silence on comms except scouts.

Scouts report every 3 mikes.- Ordered Mike through his walkie talkie.

Few minutes later the first reports started to come in.

-West clear.-

-South clear.-

-North clear.-

-East Tango still incoming at a steady pace.-

-Clear comms until new situation!- Ordered Mike.

After around 10 minutes of waiting the lone man finally came into the caravans vision.

When he saw the armed caravan aiming at him he held his hands up while still walking towards it.

-Hold fire.- Mike said through the comms.

After ordering the caravan to wait he came out of the cover and slowly walked towards the lone man.

-Who are you and what's your business here?- He asked.

-I am just an old man that spreads the story of the old world as I'm the last one who remembers it. And as for my business here I'm just looking for someone to share my story to.- The old man replied.

-You still haven't told me your name.-

-Because I no longer have one. After what I have done I'm no longer able to consider myself as a human being and as such I don't have a name. But if you really need to know they called me Pride before the war.-

"Pride" said. - You should stop your caravan here it's getting dark.-

Mike looked at the setting sun and realized that the man was telling the truth.

-Take shelter in the buildings on this street we're staying here for the night. Traffic on comms can be resumed.- He quickly ordered on comms, and after that he said to pride.

-Well if it's a story you want to tell I might as well listen to what you have to say.-

-Then I will gladly tell you the story of what happened to this world, although first we should get the camp ready shouldn't we?- Pride said.

-Yes we should you can stay in the small house next to the truck it should be good enough to start a fire inside to cook your food. I assume you have your own food.-

-Of course I have my own food, thank you for your hospitality, when you're done with everything and you still want to hear my story then I'll be waiting inside for you.- Pride responded and went towards the building and waved to Mike.

Mike waved back and begun watching everyone to make sure the camp was properly set up.

After an hour of setting up sand bags for watchmen to take cover at and setting up everything needed to give everyone a warm meal Mike decided that he can now go and listen to the story.

After he came into the house in which the old man resided he smelled something weird. It wasn't an unpleasant smell but it wasn't pleasant either, he definitely didn't come across that smell in his life.

Mike walked into the living room where he saw Pride sitting on a couch next to a small fire while smoking.

-Are those cigarettes? How did you obtain them? They are so rare and expensive!- Mike said dumbfounded.

Pride looked at him and responded.

-No those are not cigarettes, at least not the kind you are thinking of. This is a cig made with marijuana instead of tobacco, but you probably never heard of it since it's a relic of the old world no one remebers anymore.-

-Why are you smoking it?-

-To calm myself down before the story as it's a really hard one on me. It's not a story with a happy end and I am the last one who knows it first hand.-

Pride took a deep breath before speaking once more while a single tear made it's way down his face.

-Take a sit it's a long story.- He asked before finishing the cigarette.

Mike obediently sat down and waited for the story to begin.

-It all started a long time ago when I was still young...