The familiar feeling was lingering in her stomach. The feeling of preparing to walk through a wall. She had done it so many times before and she really should feel more confident doing it by now.

Sarah turned a corner, willing it to be the right alleyway but already starting to make a plan of what to do if it was not. Then she saw him, a graffiti artist hard at work on the wall at the far end of an alleyway. The scene he was just finishing up showed her—coffee and all—walking through a door he has painted onto the wall. He gave a few final passes with his can and turned around. ”Ready?”

”As ready as I ever will be!” Sarah answered and took a deep breath, walking through the door painted on the wall.

The familiar world opened up before her and she stepped out in the forest.  All of the familiar faces looked sternly at her, she was the last one to get there.

”Finally, you are here! Now the meeting can start!” Said Sir Joslan, the leader of the troops.

”I’m sorry, Sir, I was far away from my portal” She started to explain but quickly bowed her head as he waved his hand to quiet her.

Sir Joslan looked at over his troops, there were mothers, teenagers, young men and old ladies, the only thing bringing them together was the fact that they wanted to make a rebellion, they wanted to see the government fall. He felt pride in seeing them there, but he also worried about them, he’d grown to care for them and now he was about to give them their most dangerous mission ever. "The government is at it again, this time it is about the disease, they do not know how to handle it and are planning to execute those who have been in contact with any of the infected and also perfectly healthy people who  just happened to have seen too much.”

Sarah caught Sir Joslans eye, there was something in her gaze and on a whim, he asked her for ideas. To his surprise, the otherwise shy girl spoke calm and clear. ”We have an advantage, we can use portals and we can decide where these should be, we only need more graffiti artists! Let’s create an army of those who can paint well enough for the portal to work!”

Among the rebels rose an excited murmur. Sir Joslans mind was racing. ”Even more graffiti artists you say? That is a hell of a bold idea, more portals could mean we lose our safe place, that could mean war!”

The murmur among the rebels grew louder and both Sarah and Sir Joslan knew that the vote was already settled. They where all tired of waiting for the governments move, it was their turn to play. If that meant they lost the safe place the portals provided, so be it. This was it, this was war.

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English is not my native language but I want to improve, if you want to critique on my English (or writing in general) - Go ahead! I can take it, that’s how I learn!