A/N:Hey guys so far I'm doing my best to stick to doing this story. Reviews are appreciated and Flames…well ill read them just for kicks.

Chapter Four

The Funeral was horrible. Despite him not knowing these people Isaac felt a surge of guilt. The mourners were looking at him, trying to give him a reassuring smile but it made Isaac feel worse. They made him feel like it was his fault. He was glad when the funeral was over. He wanted to get away from this camp, get away from all this guilt and anger. Simon put a hand on Isaac's shoulder and told him he needs to follow him.

Isaac tried to keep pace with Simon but it wasn't easy having to use crutches. They walked past a group of refuges gathered around something. Isaac saw that some of them were giving him horrified looks. They looked at him as if he weren't supposed to be here. This gave him chills but he shrugged it off. He almost lost sight of Simon but quickly found him. Standing next to him was a aged man with a blue jacket and beanie to match with it. The man looked in Isaacs direction and spoke with a English accent.

"So this is him, this is the one Hannibal told me about." The man walked towards Isaac and was looking at him. Isaac felt his eyes moving all around him. The man was sizing him up just like a bully would do to choose their victim. The man now went back to where Simon was and whispered something to him. Simon nodded. The man looked at Isaac and said.

"You know lad you're not supposed to be alive." Isaac was taken back.

"Wha-what do you mean I'm not supposed to be alive." The man took a sigh and said. "When Simon here took a good look at your wound one of the bullets passed through you leg and another on passed directly through you lung." Isaac was in shock. He pulled up his shirt and sure enough where his lungs would be there was a bandage over it. Isaac now realized why everybody was staring at him. He somehow survived a near fatal wound while their loved ones were all dead. He felt like if he shouldn't be here. That's when Isaac heard a deep voice in his head.

"Find Freeman." The voice said. Isaac dropped his crutches and dropped to his knees. His head was pounding so very loudly in his skull. Simon rushed to his aid and picked him up. He put Isaac's arm over his shoulder and lifted him up. Isaac's face was still wincing from the pain. Then Isaac brain stopped pounding. He stood back up without the help of his crutches. Simon was in shock. "How is Isaac standing?" He thought. "That bullet would of but him in bed for another week or two but there he is standing like if nothing's wrong." Isaac looked also puzzled but told the man.

"I need to find someone." The man bowed and replied.

"Colonel Odessa Cubbage at your service!" Isaac stood silent for a minute and then whispered something into Odessa's ear. The man nodded and said.

"Yes….Mhmmm….ok…of course." Odessa pointed Isaac to a building and Isaac thanked him before walking towards the building. Simon walked up to Odessa and asked.

"Who did he want to find?" Odessa replied.

"Isaac wanted to find that Freeman fellow, you know the one that arrived earlier." Simon nodded. He saluted Odessa and walked off. Simon walked behind a building. After making sure the coast was clear he pulled out a radio. He set the frequency and pushed the talk button.

"I've found him." Simon said.

A/N: Well that was an interesting turn of events. I hope you are all enjoying reading this as I am writing it. Reviews are appreciated and Flames….are for CAMP FIRE SONGS! Also I've decided to create a little Q/A with the characters. I will take questions and give it to the staff to awnser them. Here is a demo

Q: To Isaac: Who is the voice in your head?

Isaac: Hell if I know, all i know is that it wants some guy named Freeman.

Q: To Simon: Who were you talking to on the radio?

Simon: Thats a need to know basis and you don't need to know. (Walks away)

Author: And thats all folks. If you want to ask questions please PM me and I will send it to the Staff.