Argena-Hersa
October 28th, 2016
The Evacuation
Argena-Hersa, the capital of Eraphalia, a beautiful large metrapolis that extends around the large river known as Erena and hugs the coastline, is a city of activity. Yet, it is quiet now. The roads are clear with a bountiful of military presence. Even the forces in Polin could not compare to the numbers located in Argena-Hersa. Guards posted at every intersection, large areas walled off, and armored vehicles patrolling the streets. It was a total lockdown, yet the soldiers felt uneased. There was no Site Alpha in Argena-Hersa, yet they felt anxious. The Fall of Polin wasn't an isolated news, it swept through the military ranks and it won't be long before the citizens hear about it.
"Director sir," a general began as the leader of Eraphalia and several high-ranking generals crowded around in a meeting room, "as you may have heard, Polin has fallen. The military force there has been declared nonexistent except for several survivors. We of the Eraphalian High Command have been discussing about the possible actions that we may take. And... well Director, it may appear to us the only thing we can salvage from this is if we're to wipe the city from the map or to begin Operation Juna."
The lights flickered as the Director stared at the map, his fingers drumming against the wooden desk. The generals looked at each other, wondering what will happen next. Then, their attention focused back towards the Director as he looked up at the generals. There, at that moment, they could see the wisdom that laid within the Director, of the man that turned Eraphalia into a nation of pride and wealth.
"Gentlemen," the Director spoke calmly as he took out a single red pen, "If we are to destroy one of our cities, do you understand the repercussions? There are men and women still in Polin, fighting for their own survival. They are holding the creatures back. By nuking ourselves, we are wiping everything. Gentlemen, activate Operation Juna to full extend. We are redrawing the lines. Begin the movement, quickly. Even if they crawl, even if they drag themselves, even if they shamble towards us, they will reach us eventually. Dedicate everything to the new lines. It is not Argena-Hersa that we must concern ourselves over anymore. Tonight, our new capital will be the towns and cities that line the mountains."
The Director began circling each town and city that surround the great mountains west of Argena-Hersa and drew lines, "Gentlemen, we are to defend only what we can hold. Send several platoons to Polin to stem the tide, tell the surrounding towns to evacuate southwards. While Juna is being built, we will stop the undead here," the Director drew a line that glided across a river south of Polin, "and here," the Director drew another line to the west of Polin.
And on that day, the Eraphalian government unveiled their new plan. The destruction of Polin demonstrated the true potential of the zombie threat. On that day, the Eraphalian government took control of every industrial plant that exists in the country. Instead of toys and meaningless objects being produced out, only the tools of survival were produced and boxed. Instead of new buildings being erected, roads repaired, the Eraphalian industry set out to build Juna. And, in the mountains, so did Juna begin to form.