A/N – As Always and as it will forever be, I don't own Team Fortress 2 or any of the characters. They belong to Valve. Here is Chapter 7! Enjoy!
Chapter 7 - No matter what happens now, You shouldn't be afraid
The Blue Medic examined the Pyro's wound, it was merely a scratch, or so he said. I was unsure myself. By the time we were through tending wounds it was morning. No one has gotten any sleep. We found our way into the RED base, and we found rooms. We made our way to the upper levels of the base. There was one room, It was the small room, the sleeping quarters. It was a lot like the one at our base, but cleaner. There were beds, a few chairs and a window. We wouldn't survive in there if we stayed...there was no food. The two Medic's spoke to each other while the Scout and Pyro went to rest up. I sat with the Sniper.
"So, hows your stomach?" he questioned
"Could be better. I've been through worst." I said, quietly so the two who were sleeping wouldn't wake. The sniper asked for a cigarette and I pulled them out. I handed one to the sniper and put one in my mouth. He lit his and handed me his lighter, he knew I didn't have mine.
"prego..."
"no problem mate."
we both inhaled the smoke and and exhaled. I looked up. Was everyone back at our base fine? Did they all die, or some? I had to bring it up.
"hey spy..." the sniper said, breaking my train of thought
"yes..."
"I'm happy your alright..." he said with a smile
"speaking of alright, is anyone else alive back at base?" I questioned
The Sniper paused, he turned his head towards me and looked at me with his cold blue eyes. He wasn't smiling anymore. I just noticed he didn't have his sunglasses on. It was the first time I saw his eyes without the orange tint.
"i don't know, if I knew I'd tell you."
I looked down. I hope there OK, the Heavy, Demoman, Soldier, and Engineer. They were a part of my family. I disposed of my used cigarette and walked out of the room. The Medics' voices were getting louder the farther I walked away from the room. Being a Spy, I decided to 'spy' on them. I found my way to a room. I pressed my ear to the door and listened to them talk.
"This is the place?" I knew this was my Medic
"Indeed, vhy would I lead you to a false room?" the other medic...
"Well, knowing you, you would."
"I swear, zhis is zhe room, isn't zhat right?"
Another voice, an unknown voice, entered the conversation.
"Yes, this is the room."
I was confused, who was this, who was in the room with the Medics? I looked up on the walls and found an air vent. I pulled myself up into it and crawled though. I was quiet in the metal vents. My waist was hurting as I crawled but I decided to ignore the pain. I found the vent that entered the room and found the two medics, they were with a man in red. He wore all red and from the looks of things a mask. He was the Red Spy. Why was my Medic talking to him? I listened on.
"You know, mon ami. A plane is on the way. The other RED's and BLU's heard about the death of the announcer they were shocked. I heard about the plane from the announcer's room. I was, investigating. I saw a baseball bat in the room. Must have been left by the zombie Scout."
"A plane?" questioned my Medic
"Indeed. We can't have any infected following us. That could cause an outbreak, I don't think we want any one else to get infected."
"When vill ze plane get here?" questioned the Red Medic.
"8 hours..." was the spy's answer.
"you hear zhat? We vill be able to leave." said the Red Medic as he nudged the Blue Medic.
I crawled backwards in the air vent until I reached the end. I crawled out and walked into the room were the others were. I was glad to see that the two Medics haven't left the room they were in to see I was missing. I saw the Sniper sleeping and the Pyro was awake. She looked at me from fiddling with her hair.
"Hi..." she said, moving from hair to box of matches.
"good to see your awake." I looked at her. She wasn't wearing her suit, she was wearing a shirt and pair of pants she found in a locker. The shirt seems to have belonged to the red scout. To tell the truth, at the moment she looked more like a Scout than a Pyro. I stared at he bandaged arm.
"How's your arm?" I questioned.
"Not bad, your wound is probably worst." she plucked a match out of the box and struck it. A small flame appeared.
" True, but as I told Sniper, I've been through worst."
" Not as worst as what happened to me..." she stated.
Now that she wasn't wearing the Pyro suit I could see her neck and shoulder were burned, as well as the top of her arm. She noticed me staring.
"You play with fire, you get burned..."
