Here We Go...
"Zachary, wake up."
My eyes open.
"We have to move, there was a horde spoted by the 7-11 down the street."
I slowly sit up. My ahoulder aches, still. you'd think a dislocated joint would feel better after three weeks of walking and climbing with minimal rest and food. Haha, Sarcasm, didn't know I could still use that. i push myself to my feet. Ellie sits on a crate across the room gazing through her sniper scope. She doesn't have much common sense but damn that girl can shoot. On day 6 she was poppin skulls from 400 yards out while we were extracting Dale and his brothers from their wrecked apartment building. Two weeks later and two less brothers Dale stands quietly next to the door squinting to read his book in the dim morning light. He carries that book everywhere. He must have read it at least seven times since we found him. Someone taps me on the shoulder, I turn and Saul hands me my backpack.
"We gotta go" he says as he hefts his rifle.
"you can eat while we walk". He whistles to Ellie, she shoulders, her rifle picks up her shotgun and takes point. I sigh and trudge out the door behind Saul locking a new clip into my dad's old M-4 that he used back in Iraq. I smile at the notches on the stock. "One fer every terrorist I done shot." He said. He kept it it in the cabinet next to his desk, cleaning it every day, keeping it ready for "that one day son, you know its gonna happen. That one day when all hell breaks loose." That one day came March 3, 2023. But his trusty old gun never saw action, at least, not in his hands. my thoughts return to the present as Ellie signals for us to stop. Saul peers out of the door.
"Clear." We all breathe a sigh of relief as we step out into the wreckage. We look around the red tinted city the rising sun dyes everything the color of blood, the same color I had seen too much of in the past weeks. Saul pulls out his walky talky.
"Justin, Amelia you there?" silence blares from the speaker.
"Justin, Amelia wake up dammit." More static. Saul tries a coupe more times. If Saul wasn't acting so calmly about this Dale would've flipped shit the first time they hadn't answered. Saul without a doubt has the highest chance of surviving amongst us, he's confident, resourceful, and , I'm nervous to say, heartless. I have no doubt he would drop any of us that tried to cross him. But I really do think he's a good guy, deep deep deep down, I think, probably, not. But thats probably because he seems to be just a tiny bit nicer to me than he is to everyone else, but not too much, which is fine with me. I've been dealed the pity card my whole life, and now that everything is a matter of life and death I expected to be the VIP at my very own pity party. Nope, I'm actually kind of gald I found people who don't give a shit if I can't talk.
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