Saving an Angel
Chapter 10: Recovery and a 'touchy' reunion.
AN:Sorry it's been a minute. School. You know how it is.
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4 months later
No pov
Diego sat with Maime in his bed watching his son play with his toys.
"Yeah, you love that toy don't you? Ya know as you get older the less your gonna love so manny things until there's only one thing you can truly love. I know you probably don't know what i'm saying, but I want you to know. That everyday I wake I'm proud of you."
Maime looked at his daddy and smiled and babled. There was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
Martha( the lady who saved Diego) walked in.
"Hello Diego. It's time for Maime's nap. How are you feeling today?"
"Still a bit sore, but I'll live. Uumm do you have any weapons?"
"Of course."
Martha didn't react the way Diego thought she would. Instead she smiled and walked to him.
"Here, my son was a gunsmith. He left the house to join the Corps. He left me all of his things just in case he comes home."
Martha gave Diego a key and gave him a hug.
"Martha what door does this key go to?"
Martha looked back and face palmed.
"Oh silly me! There is a door in the barn. It's in the very very back. You should find what you need. Weapons, clothes, shoes, boots. You name it."
"Is it like a basement?"
"Yes."
In the barn Diego looked at the key and the long door on the floor. When he opened the door dust flowed out and Diego started coughing.
"Wow, dusty."
Diego walked down a few steps and saw a panel with two buttons. A red and a blue. He pressed the blue and floresant lights came on and continued to go for about thirty feet. There were crates and crates of weaponry, equipment, and combat utilities.
Diego looked among the many many crates of gear and smiled.
"Merry Christmas."
Diego's pov
'I can't believe all this gear is from a gunsmith. Now he's a Marine. Strange. You can't get an AT-4 rocket launcher as a civilian. Oh well, it's here and imma use this."
I opened a container with a red top. It was full of frag and smoke grenades. The box next to it was full of service issue hand guns. USP, Berreta, Hekler and Koch, M&P. There was a wall with grid panels and hooks that held up assault rifles and sniper rifles.
"This is gonna take a minute.
(insert Mawntage of preparation)
I now have eight mags for an M4, six for a USP Tactical and a combat knife.
No pov
Diego sorted through his gear and began to walk back up the stairs to the barn. Then the dinner bell could be heard.
"I wonder what's for dinner."
When Diego got in the house Margret was on the phone.
"Yes...I see...here he is."
Margret handed Diego the phone.
"He said to give it to you. He said he knows you."
Diego put the phone to his ear.
"Hello?"
"Diego?"
The voice was one of gruttal, and hoarse.
"Yes?"
"This is the Resistance. We have been watching you at this farm. We need to meet."
"Where and when?
"Joe's Dinner. We will meet you there. Tonight."
The line went dead and Diego put the phone back on the hook.
"Margret, I'm going into the city. Please watch Maime. I'll be back as soon I can."
"What's in the city?"
"The Resistance wants to meet me."
"You be careful now Diego. You can't play catch with you son if your dead. Take the hay truck."
"Will do."
In the city.
No pov
The city hasn't changed as much as Diego thought it would've, only a few buildings are damaged. All the hospitals are gone he knew that much. There isn't much that hasn't changed...except the constant patrols of technicals.( Trucks with mounted machine guns.) Diego arrived at the Dinner and looked around. The undeads have recruited civilians and their numbers went from six to well over ten thousand. Diego saw a hand being raised in the very back. Diego sat down in the booth. There were two men in front of him. They both were wearing hoodies. The hoods hid their faces.
"Diego. It's good to see you."
"I'm sorry. I don't know you. I'm here to meet the Resistance's leader or CO or whatever you call him."
"Your talking to him."
The man on his right took off his hood and it was...
"It's me. Buck."
Diego's eyes were wide as plates and shocked. Buck was wrapped in gauze and med-tape. All you could see was his eye.
"The fire took away my face and left scars, but I still have my voice, my eyes, and my heart...You will never guess who this is."
Diego thought for a second and gave up.
"Who?"
Buck tapped the man on his left and he took off his hood.
"...Sid. H...How?"
"He slit my throat then left me on the ground. He thought I was dead. When they left I got up clutching my throat closed as hard as I could and walked here. Joe sewed me up and took care of me."
Diego had tears in his eyes and he smiled.
His two best friends in front of him alive and well. Buck spoke up.
"Diego...we...ugh. We tried to find Manny. We...we buried him."
Diego looked down at his hands.
"I saw his face get blown out and die right there. Margret took Maime, Courtney and myself to her farm and she never went back for the bodies."
"...Bodies?"
"They got Shira..."
Sid looked up then spoke.
"We only buried Manny. Shira's body wasn't there."
Diego looked at them both.
'Man. The boss knows how to pick'em. That blue eyed chick was that hottest and the tightest!'
Diego looked behind him and saw a few Undeads walk in and sit in a booth.
"Diego...think about it..."
"I'm not going to sit here and assume it's not Shira. You know it's hard to kill people. You got burnt to a crisp, Sid had his throat slit. I got shot."
Sid looked at them and walked towards them. He sat down in front of the one he assumed was the leader of the little group. While Buck and Diego sat and watched in shock.
'The fuck you want?'
"Two things. One, I want to know where those girls are."
'And Two?'
Sid looked at the three undeads.
"Your lives."
The leader punched Sid in the face, but Sid head butted his fist breaking his fist. The other two were shot by Diego and Buck. Sid stood up and dragged the undead outside by his mouth.
"Now. I'm gonna give you to the count of three to tell me or I will break you."
One
Sid held his face to the ground and pulled out a straight edge razor.
'Fuck you frankinstien!'
Two
Put it to the top of his eyelid.
'You don't have the guts!'
Three
"No, but you do."
'What?'
Sid cut from his eyelid down to his nose. Slowly.(Just in case you don't know. A straight edge is the sharpest thing out there. A small cut even the smallest nick stings like a fire from Hell! So it is very painful for this man.)
"Now, I'm going to count to three again. If you don't say anything I'll cut from ear to ear."
One
Sid placed the razor to his ear.
'You are sick!'
Two
Sid began his cut. Slowly...very slowly.
'Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh! Alright! Alright! I'll talk! Stop cutting me!'
Sid put the razor away and smiled.
"Now, where are they?"
'(huff,huff,huff) Metroma Hotel. 9th floor.'
"Which room?"
'All of them.'
Diego looked in anger at the man and grabbed him.
"What room is the blue eyed girl in?!"
The man spit in Diego's face. Diego grabbed the straight edge from Sid and carved his face even more.
"I'm not gonna ask again!"
'992. Please...don't kill me.'
Diego looked in his eyes and saw nothing but fear.
"I ain't gonna kill you. Not like this."
Diego stood up and turned around.
"Go. Tell your boss I'm coming for him."
The man stood fast and ran.
Diego's pov
I looked at Sid and he stared at nothing and had no emotion on his face.
"Sid? Buddy? You ok?"
Sid looked at me and walked to who I'm assuming Buck's car.
"Since when did he become so brutal?"
Buck sighed heavily.
"The killed Granny and burned the house down. I also found...Kozia's collar. I'm going to string every sing one up by their throats. We need weapons. The Resistance is only 1000 strong. We need you. When I found Kozia's collar, I also found this."
Buck gave Diego his mask. The mask that he hoped he never had to wear.
"I'm not wearing this Buck. You know that."
"I'm not asking you to. We may need it later."
Meanwhile!
No pov
A man stood at a window looking out at the city. He turned around and looked at the man in front of him.
"So Diego is going to the Resistance for help. Well it seems that an assault on the Resistance to dwindle their numbers should be fun. But you have given me this information with a butchered face and with no medical help. You may go."
The man bowed in respect and ran out.
'Diego and the Resistance. This will be fun.'
There! I'm finished and now I shall work on the next chapter. It won't take as long as this on did.
From Christian Roh