Darkiplier - We Happy Few

The Patriots

As Marks eyes adjusted to the bright world he now found himself in, people walked by. They walked, side by side, in perfect alignment, forwards, turning 90 degrees when turning, not making eye contact. They had a purpose, and nothing was to stand in their way. Mark took a few deep breaths and joined the back of a queue.

He walked down the main high street towards 'The Hub', which was a much nicer name than 'Prison where millions have gone and never returned'. Ye, 'The Hub' sounded better...rolled off the tongue nicer.

As they walked, Mark stared straight ahead and his mind began to wander. He doesn't remember exactly what happened. It was all a blur, a classic movie montage would have him in his bathroom on a normal Saturday afternoon looking for aspirin to take away a headache he's had for a few days, as he looks up into the mirror a Dark figure is behind him, then it would go dark as the world around Mark crumbled. The next time you would see Mark he would be running for his life, desperately trying to outrun The Patriots, a type of law enforcement 'The Empire' employed to keep the peace. Mark would run behind a tree, and nearly fall down into a ditch, but then he would have no choice, he would scramble down and crawl into a tunnel. He would stay there for a few moments as The Patriots ran past. Mark would crawl along and into what he now calls home.

He was now living in a dystopian world where he was public enemy number one. Why? Because he was the only one who knew the truth. And, as the cliche goes 'The truth will set them free'. Mark just didn't know how yet. He didn't grace the surface often, only when he needed supplies. He hated it. Every step he took he could feel his happiness drain away. The people around him were not human anymore, they were shells. Their souls had been drained away. But Mark knew his fate would be much worse should they discover him.

His disguise had worked, for now.

They approached The Hub in the centre of the now destroyed city. It was the only building with running water and electricity expect for the parliament building, which wasnt really a parliament building, rather Marks old apartment block. They stopped. They never stopped. Why had they stopped? Mark couldn't look, he couldn't break the line or he would be instantly spotted. They never stopped the line except...except for spot checks. He was getting more and more impatient in his search for Mark. The more impatient he grew the more frequent these spot checks would be and the more rigorous. Every few moments the line would take a step forward. Closer and closer to The Patriots. Their red masks, black uniform and white dead eyes made them terrifying. Marks heart was beating against the inside of his chest, but he couldn't move. He was trapped. He hands started to clam as he reached the front of the queue.

'Name?' The Patriot asked the lady in front of Mark.

She was silent.

'I said..name!' The Patriot walked in front of the young woman. His head moved from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. He was looking for something...but what? Mark was becoming more confused and anxious as the seconds passed, he just wanted to be back at the bunker.

The Patriot took a step forward and reached for the womans sleeve. He grabbed her arm and pulled up her black sleeve.

'And what do we have here?' They whispered in her ear 'Warfstache is a sign of the Heroes. And branding it gets you a room in The Hub. I'm sure you'll love it, people are dying to get in their. Take her away' They throw her towards a hoard of abating Patriots, but she stopped.

'HE WILL RISE. HE WILL FALL. MARKIPLIERS HEROES WILL NEVER FALL SILENT' and with that she sprinted off into the city. The Patriots followed suit. Marks eyed hadn't shifted from the front. His mind raced, his hear pumped. Heroes? But...they were just a myth. He has imprisioned all fans. They didn't exist anymore. Mark realised where he was and knew he had to take this chance to get out. The Patriot who had been inspecting the line walked a few steps away.

'Nows my chance' Mark thought to himself. He walked forward. Now only a few feet from The Hubs entrance.

'Did I tell you to move citizen?'