Chapter 1

The sun was high in the sky and beamed down onto the cracked Texas earth. There were few clouds in the sky which made the deep blue sky all that could be seen if one looked up. The small Texas ranch sat on a hill easily within sight of the main village. The land that was used for the cattle were behind the house and other small buildings that marked the Davidson ranch.

Miles Davidson was a small man of five foot three. He had short blond hair and a few spots on his face though mostly it was covered in dirt and dust through long days toiling for his ranch. Though he did not seem the tough rancher type he sported an impressive strength and stamina that had been honed over the thirty years of his life thus far. His six-pack was often concealed under and loose fitting shirt that hung down by his jeans which he seemed to wear in all occasions along with his boots.

If there was one flaw that Miles could have it was his undying aggressiveness and almost nonexistent temper which made him pretty much angry at everything all the time. While he did not ever vent this nature against his wife or children, he certainly was a fan of fighting in the village. There were many times in which he had come back with cuts and bruises that dwarfed the injuries inflicted on his opponents. This combined with his inability to stay sober for long when drinking and fuelled by his love of drinking had made him friends with the village jail cell on numerous occasions.

However he was for the most part a loving father and a kind husband who openly showed his affection for his family and friends of which he had a few. His wife Elizabeth was slightly taller with long black hair and was just as sporty as her husband though it appeared she had absorbed Miles' temper and combined it with her own. No matter the insult or event, she placed a kind face on everything and remained calm. Most of the time this was whilst looking at her husband do the opposite. His two children were twin boys of seven

As the sun lingered around, bathing everything in light, Miles preformed his duties. He hammered the nails into the new wooden railings on the porch to replace the old one which had cracked. Sitting on the step was Jimmy, one of the twins who watched his father with apparent interest. The radio was nearby and sung out tunes with a crackle of static now and then. Occasionally the song would finish and news update would replace it for a moment "News from Washington, the President has met with the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom and the President of France to sign a formal agreement augmenting the NATO treaty signed during the cold war. This will hopefully, after the expected joining of Germany as well, provide a block of nations opposing the rising Polish states. The unexpected annexation of land by Poland in both Russia and Germany has startled all nations in Europe and elsewhere. With Poland enjoying still increasing profits and heightening influence with Italy, Spain and Portugal the question is, where will this lead? The newly elected President of Poland, Kondrat Kiljek is still in talks with both Germany and Russia. Turning to the National news, the small village of Gutan waters in northern Texas has suffered a devastating and brutal attack which has wiped out all known inhabitants. The perpetrators are at this time completely unknown"

Miles flicked the radio off with his free hand and looked at his son with a frown "You'll learn to ignore all this babble. It's just all hyped up so much, it's never as bad as what it seems" His son smiled in response

Soon the railings were finished and Miles had to walk into town to buy various things dictated by his wife. He had sprung up to the requests as it allowed him to go via the bar for a bit and see his favourite friend, alcohol.

About 2 o'clock he bounded hastily into the village towards the bar. The village was small but very friendly and welcoming to anyone, buildings of wood and brick greeted him on both sides as people smiled whilst getting on with their daily routines. These people were hardy men and women who did not mind a harsh day's work and took a lot to offend deeply, just his type of people. Miles had been living there for several years after having met his wife. The two had come together during a huge drinking contest which resulted in an even bigger bar brawl; As he approached the bar where this all took place so long ago he thought to himself about the past.

Inside the building the assaulting smell of strong alcohol and cigarettes filled the air so that it created a deep fog that made eyes water. However the Texan was now immune to this particular experience after enduring it for extended periods of time. Accompanying the smell were the voices of the regulars who had already started drinking slowly, this made Miles smile, he called out