The world order of Destination Novo

 At five am we left the village. There had been skirmishes and mortars in the night, as DN approached us from having acquired Moscow days earlier. 
The sky was an empty pale grey that seemed to put a high ceiling over the land, here and there whisps of mist strung about, stuck to the canopy of patchy deciduous forest, still green as autumn hadn´t truly dug in her heels.
We trekked for about 8 kilometers before we heard small bomb and arms fire, looking knowlingly at each other. The fate of our stubborn neighbors, just to imagine was grim.
Tears fell almost with each trudge, mud cushioned our steps yet augmented our dread.
It was the 2nd move we had made after Ukraine was nuked.
Nato suddenly transforming into DN a hardened baltic force being constantly fed by German equipment and special ops groups.
We stopped at the top of a shallow hill the morning still dull and grey. Getting a connection wifi onnection we saw the images of the victorious DN captains. setting up health stations and documents tents around a smouldering moscow city. Other videos showing the reconstruction of the gas lines and former russian generals being taken away.
Nothing about us, the simple country folk whose sons left to fight for nothing, and give a hidden bully what he needed to raise his head again. No news whatsoever. As their DN forces continued their onslaught east. We could only guess they came for resources.
Onward we went toward the next village 30 kilometers walk. Hopeless, weaponless. If we had more energy we would be angry. but everything we did, everything we gave up was for the failing resistance force, some of whom were among us now on what seemed to be a wasted journey.
we moved under tree cover for a few kilometers and came to a clearing that seemed more inviting, safer somehow. We sat down and hungrily ate a few of our preserved homemade rations. Before we could finish them, drones swept over the canopy, sending us rushing back into the trees. Which also seemd futile and almost comic. By now those drones were catching our heat signatures.
It wouldn´t have been different if we were in the middle of the clearing. we felt like cumbersome lost cattle that some evil farmer had come to collect.
The drones past over having certainly registering our position and relaying it possibly in real time to operations teams. so we moved on at double pace.
It was 2am in the morning when we arrived at the next village armed men walking out to meet us as we emerged from another forest the village light raising our spirits, and the smell of coffee rousing the odd smile amongst us. The local militia questioned us intensely under a tent canopy before letting us into the village.
No matter how many times we warned them to abandon their hopes of resistance, they insisted on any information about how they would engage. No sleep that night.
Just a few minutes of rest in the basement of an old farm house. coming out of it into another dullish grey day. It was a town I and my family had never visited before, our home was west of Moscow Ruza, we were always more interested in visiting Europe.
Wherever DN thought it would be faster they just nuked cities. The same way our country had done in Ukraine. Zero resistance was their goal.
The last city we had used as a temporary haven before continuing west was Syktyvkar. Later on the same afternoon we left the city was nuked and reduced to nothing.
Adsherom wasn´t really big enough to nuke, Yet our refugee party felt they may use aerial missiles to level the whole thing.
The locals showed us images of Taiwan, burning cities where Chinese forces had set up shop under constant barrage by renewed American war machine and it´s allies.
Destination Novo and American Nato had created a new world order, one in which the east would have no real power. And simple people like us had to flee or be blown to pieces.
How long would we have to march? Where could we find safety?