Putsch

The nation was united against this new enemy, but they did not know how to fight it. They tried tanks, but they couldn't find any targets. They tried guns, but they only shot themselves. They tried spies, but all they learned were lies.

With each failure their fear grew, until it formed a dark cloud over their proud nation, raining new drops of paranoia every day. The people hid behind their umbrellas like shields. They walked quickly, spoke to no one, shared nothing. They became a stagnant society of drones, building walls to keep their backs to because they trusted no one, building walls around themselves without even knowing.

Then one day the nation realized it was not united, but rather fragmented into individuals who had become so afraid of themselves that they had fallen apart rather than face their fears. They had overthrown themselves. The enemy had won.