Chapter 14: An Alliance against the Horde
"Oh this was a stupid idea!" For a second time, Dave found himself hanging from the edge of a roof. Unlike last time, though, he meant to be in this position. He looked over his shoulder, judging the distance to the window sill below him.
"One, two, three!" Dave let go of the roof and grabbed the top of the window as his feet hit the window sill. He let out a sigh of relief. Once he regained his composure, Dave looked over his shoulder at the window frame below him. It was a little smaller than the window sill.
Well, if I did it once, I can do it again! "One two three!" Again, he let go of the frame and let himself fall. This time, his right leg missed, causing him to tumble backwards.
"Ow!" He hit his shoulder against the widow still and was now spinning.
"OWW!" He then collided butt-first with the sill of a smaller, square window below that one.
"OWWWWW!" Just after he hit with the second window sill, he landed on his right side. After lying in pain for a minute, moaning, Dave spoke up.
"I think, I broke my ass!" he yelled, earning him a giggle from Samantha.
"It's not funny!" He yelled in response. Struggling to his feet, Dave felt a stabbing pain in his right hip. Looking down, he realized his fall broke the bottles of soda in his pocket.
"Oww!" he screamed one more time. Whatever Samantha wants can wait, I need more Quick Revive. He thought as he limped to the machine. When he got there, he pushed the button, but nothing came out.
"What." He furiously pushed the button several times, but nothing happened.
"This is the worst possible time for you to run out!" He said, banging on the machine.
Eh, screw it, I'm leaving! He thought, turning to limp back to the mainframe. As he left, the Quick Revive machine made a clunk as a soda bottle fell out, but Dave never heard it.
So, now what do I do? Wondered Dave, now standing on the mainframe. The only thing he could think of was to push the button. So he did. He was immediately felt the now familiar sensation of nausea and excitement as he was teleported to…
"Wait, where am I going!" He asked even though no one could hear him while he was teleporting. Moments later, He found himself in a bed room.
What…the… Dave looked around the room. It looked rather plain looking. In the middle of the room was a square, red carpet. Against one wall was a large toy box. Opposite the (comfortable looking) bed was a table with a game of chess set up on it. Dave chuckled at the teddy bear sitting in one of the seats. On the floor opposite the toy box was an odd wooden structure with five figurines. Dave went for a closer look. The wooden structure vaguely resembled the courtyard he just teleported from. Four of the figurines were lying to the side of the model. Dave picked each one up and inspected them one at a time. The first was an oriental man in an outdated uniform. The next was an American Soldier. Third was a man who, based on his outfit, was Russian. The last appeared to be a Nazi officer.
I thought they usually wore cool hats. Dave thought as he turned to the one figurine in the mini munitions factory.
"Wait a second…" Dave picked it up for a closer inspection. It was wearing a dark green flight suit similar to his. The pilot had dark brown hair and Greenish-brown eyes.
"Hey! You're me!" He said to the figurine. Samantha spoke at that moment, startling Dave yet again. Strangely, instead of sounding like it came from every direction, her voice came from behind him to his left.
"You can keep it if you want." He turned to find a girl sitting on the bed. She wore a white nightgown and had long, jet-black hair. But the one thing that confused Dave was her general appearance.
She doesn't look like she's seven, that's for sure! Instead, she looked about his age. Trying to avoid being a jerk like his father said, Dave ignored that fact and went along with whatever was going on.
"Umm, thanks. You must be Samantha." Dave said, slipping his figurine into his pocket and extending his hand. Samantha jumped off the bed and quickly gave him a hug.
Wasn't expecting this! Dave thought.
"Hello, David!" She said with a smile on her face.
"Wait, how do you know my name?" She pointed to Dave's chest. He looked down to see his name tag which read 'Airman 1st Class David Jordan'. "Oh yeah, that's right." Samantha sat back down on the bed and motioned for Dave to sit next to her.
"So," Dave said as he sat down, still curious about her older appearance, "When were you born?"
"September 1st, 1939" She responded. Dave did some math in his head: Let's see… that means, 1949 would mean ten…'59 would be 20,and- no wait, uh… 1962 minus 1939 is… 2 becomes 12 so 12 minus 9 is 3 and…Ahhhhh…I suck at doing math in my head! He turned to Samantha, who had been amused by the strange faces he was making.
"Umm, pardon me for asking, but how old does that make you?" She put on her 'Thinking face' (which didn't make her look like she was taking a dump like Dave) and crunched the numbers. I hope she's better at this than I am.
"Twenty-three." She quickly responded. Dave nodded his head. That's why she looks my age. Then, he smacked his head.
"That's right I was born in 1939!" He shook his head, "In fact, I was born nineteen days after you."
"Interesting," Samantha said, "Now, let me ask you a question." Dave could only help but wonder what she would ask. "Alright, go ahead."
"What's flying like?" "It's like…huh," Dave had a hard time coming up with an answer, "Well, it depends on the aircraft. I've flown in two aircraft. The first was a T-33 trainer, it was a bit sluggish but reasonably responsive. But since I was still learning the basics, my instructor wouldn't let us pull any fancy stunts. Then, about a year ago, I was upgraded to the F-104 Starfighter. It was faster and much more agile," He began to smile, "Flying that thing was a dream. The plane was a bit of a challenge to control, but once I got used to the controls, I had the time of my life. To twist and turn at supersonic speeds, It's an incredible feeling," He then turned to face Samantha again, "I don't know if that answered your question."
"I think I need to fly for myself," She said, looking away for a moment, then turned back, "Alright, now you can ask a question!" Dave thought for a moment.
"Why'd you bring me here?" Dave asked.
"Because you weren't like the other ones." Other ones? Dave thought, then looked at the four figurines lying on the carpet. Oh. Samantha continued, "You were nice to me."
"Even after I yelled at you?" Dave asked.
"But then you apologized for it." Samantha added at that moment, Dave yawned. "That was another reason why I brought you here." Dave was ecclesiastic
"Wait, so you'll let me sleep?' He eagerly asked. Samantha nodded. "Thank you!" he gave her a hug out of gratitude, pushed a toy monkey out of the way, then laid down on the bed. In mere seconds, Dave was finally asleep after eight days of zombies.
So, it's official: I'm running on Valve time. These chapters are supposed to come out on Fridays but this is the second one to be published on a Saturday.
I blame part of the the delay for the previous chapter was me finally playing Assassins Creed: Brotherhood for the first time. As a result, it was the inspiration for the first part of this chapter.
Also, I unintenionally did something Good Burger did: Tried to have a heart to heart moment even though one line moments ago was "I think I broke my ass!" (see The Nostalgia Critic's review of the movie if you don't understand what I mean) I didn't really intend for that to happen, but when I wrote that line down, I instanly realized what I did.
And why does Samantha appear his age? Because I think it'd look weird for a 23 year old pilot to have any kind of a moment with a 7 year old girl. I don't know why, but that's how I feel. Plus, remember what happened Sept. 1, 1939?
So, no, this isn't the last chapter. I said this would be because I have everything planned out, but the inclusion of Dave's Assassin moment made this chapter much longer. It's kind of an odd paradox, though: I really don't like writing that much, but I like writing these kind of stories. Yeah, I don't get it either. It makes sense when you don't think about it.
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