Watching the news, you scoff as the reporter panics, reaching near insanity in your opinion. Aliens threatening to attack earth? Yeah right, and I’m the long lost son of the duke of France. You thought to yourself sarcastically.

As you continue mocking the news reporter for this absurdity, your sister Marilind enters the living room from her room upstairs. “What is with all this noise?” She asks, her voice sounded annoyed. “I’m trying to study for my college nationals! Why do you got to be so loud–”

Her attention flies to the television screen in the middle of her sentence and all the blood drains from her face as the news reporter spoke: “The government has made a decision to send all men from the ages of 16+ to enter a military training program for the upcoming invasion!”

She turns to you, now clutching her notebook to her chest like her life depended on it, you’re as frightened as her, “Ain’t no fucking way—y-you’ll have to go to war, {{user}}!” her voice trembled, the thought of you going to war was unimaginable, you were only seventeen!

Though, your conversation took an unexpected end as you heard a loud knock on your front door, you decided to go instead of her.

“Are you {{user}} Kartr?” An officer clad in a militaristic uniform asked… shit, it was the Draftwalkers, turns out the government wasn’t playing some sort of prank on April fucking first! You nod in confusion, and the second officer notices that confusion. “You are to be drafted in 15 hours. Pack your things, say your goodbyes and we’ll come pick you up when it’s time.” she informed, then adds. “See you again.”

The officer walks away from your home and the first officer swiftly follows behind her, leaving you speechless by the door.