Warmark lay with his back against a rock, recovering from his wounds in the cool shade. A Whirlwind of memories playing through his head, but one always gripped his focus. Ah, yes, he could remember that fated experience......
It was a hot, dry day in newland city, just like every other day of the year. He was tending his little hydropnic farm just outside the city. Milan finished up his long day, gathered his tools, and headed back to hace dinner with his wife and 2 daughters. As he arrived through the gates, he noticed smoke rising from the section of town he lived in. Quickly dropping his gear, Milan ran down the street only to be grabbed by his friend Korros and pulled into an adjoining alley. He struggled at first til he realized who had grabbed him. Korros said nothing but pointed in the direction of Milan's house. Cautiously, Milan looked around the corner to see all of his neighbors standin around watching the small omni patro march his family and line them up along the wall of his smoking house. Then without a word, the patrol aimed and shot all three of them. With a cry of rage, Milan charged around the corner, only to be tackled by Korros and pulled back into the shadows.
Several hours later, he slowly crept to the bodies of his family. He fell to his knees and screamed his rage into the night. "I curse you all, for doing nothing!! Why didn't u do anything??? " yelled Milan as a crowd gathered around to see what the commotion was. They said nothing and went back into their homes leaving him to his grief. Being a poor man, he couldn't afford to have his family insured, so he buried them out in his small farm. He said his goodbyes to Korros and walked off into the desert.
A sound off to Warmark's left woke him from his reverie. He quietly stood up, still not full recovered and faced this next threat.