Chapter 3:
"I think he's awake now, I'm not sure."
"Spray some more water on him that should wake him up for sure. If not then take him and give him a swirly."
"Christ you're mean Lenny, he's your best friend and you want to give him a swirly."
Ryan suddenly came to and was staring into the ever beautiful face of Meghan. She was the resident medic in this whole caravan and was the shining light of his life. He thought surely he was dreaming since he never worked up the courage to talk to her. Though inside he needed her like how humans needed water. He wasn't like Lenny who had no problem with girls, Ryan was the shy type, but once he knew someone he didn't know how to be quiet.
"Hello Ryan, awake from your beauty sleep? You've been out for two days straight now."
"Hey Meghan, I love you."
With that he just fell back into unconsciousness, and back into the abyss of sleep.
"Whoa where did that come from?"
"He's loved you for who knows how long, he's never worked up the courage to talk to you since you're always surrounded by friends except in the bathroom...."
"Why didn't you ever tell me? I would have just talked to him. Geez."
Lenny just shrugged it off and walked outside to play space football with his friends. He left her confused and in a state of confusion. Inside she knew that she liked Ryan, yet she never talked to him since he seemed so odd with his friends. He was really hot she admitted, but he had some funny habits such as being funny in any situation which was awkward under certain circumstances. Now she knew she would try to talk to him more.
The next day Ryan woke up on the hospital bed and looked around and took in his surroundings. He stood up and wobbled to a makeshift chair by the sink in the room. He sat their contemplating different options on how to go on with Meghan. He sat there for a few minutes and got up to leave. As he exited the room and walked down the hall he ran into her.
He couldn't help but notice those soft tender lips, the full round cheeks always exploding with color, the deep brown exotic eyes he could stare at for hours, the sky high eye-lashes, and the lithe figure of her body. He looked up and down around her body and took notice of every curve, every muscle, and her beautiful breasts.
"How are you Ryan?"
"From what I observed I'll live, just feel a little drunk now but that's no problem. Don't worry Meghan, I just feel like I'm on crack, but of course I am 24/7. You know me, always ok."
She gave him a smile and turned around and left. He watched her walk as he saw her ass from side to side in her tight jeans. Suddenly she turned around and blew him a kiss. He felt himself blush immediately and gave her one of his famous "high" grins. She laughed out loud and he thought god, I could listen to her laugh for days.
Suddenly a sharp pain on the back of his head jerked him back to reality; he turned around and saw Lenny cracking up like a maniac. He socked him on the shoulder and grinned.
"Wake up lover boy, we got work to do."
"Can't we get some chow first? I feel like I haven't fed for three days."
"You only feel like that because you haven't fed for three days......"
They walked over to
the cafeteria and grabbed some pepperoni pizza and started munching.
They sat there in silence and ate until they were full and could eat
absolutely no more.
"Ah man you shouldn't eat so much, I'm
sure Meghan likes you at 170 pounds not at 400 pounds my man."
"Shut up, just regaining my strength."
"Oh yes about those crystals, somehow I seemed to have lost that strength, but I still have those shards, and we discovered some kind of distant activity about ten miles north of our current position."
"I have a hunch on this, not sure if it's right but it's a guess."
"What is it?"
"Not telling you yet, I want to be sure about it before I get everyone alarmed up, and besides I don't want to make a fool of myself."
"Oh yes of course now you and Meghan are fucking around with each other, you want to impress her."
"Shut the fuck up."
They put on their space suits and picked up their gauss rifles and went outside to take a look. Noticing nothing, they decided to go start a game of space football; it had all the same rules except they could fly up and grab the ball in midair. They got thirty people to play, fifteen on each team. As they played Ryan never noticed that someone in the medical building was watching them.
"Isn't he hot?"
"Have to admit he is a hottie, he plays a mean space football too, look at him go, damn that was a nice interception," answered Jean, one of Meghan's girlfriends.
"God I love him, I don't know what to do, I can't get him off my mind."
"Girl, just go talk to him and ask him out, unless you wanna just slam it home."
"I think I just might slam it home, you know having a baby wouldn't be such a bad idea, another soldier or an assistant medic."
While they were playing football a group of zealots, 15 strong had gathered at the edge of their field. Leading them was Ragnor, a very experienced zealot with over 200 kills in seven years of service. The fifteen of them surrounded the space football field and waited for Ragnor's signal to move in and attack. They all fired up their psionic blades and got ready to strike.
Ryan was about to throw the ball when he stopped in mid-motion. He looked around the field and noticed that there was a long shadow over by a tree.
"Guys I think something is wrong, see that shadow? Looks like a zealot to me. GET YOUR WEAPONS NOW!!!!"
Ragnor sounded the signal when they were halfway to their weapons. The zealots charged in with bloodlust in their eyes, they hungered to kill and to reclaim their ancient land. Ragnor saw a couple of his comrades fall down to the ground after being shot to death. He decided to go after the one who had alarmed them. He currently was taking another zealot; shockingly he took him down with just a few bursts of his rifle. He turned his head in Ragnor's direction and screamed.
"DIE MOTHERFUCKER DIE DIE DIE!!!"
He squeezed off a few shots on Ragnor, Ragnor was shocked at the pain, it was many times more then a normal gauss rifle. He finally reached him and slashed him on his thigh; he reloaded his rifle and shit him in the head. Ragnor dropped dead and the remaining zealots, seeing this fled for their lives.
They cheered him on and named him Ryan the Hound. Ryan liked this new nickname but still most people called him Ryan. As they entered the main building the story of Ryan smelling the trap had spread like wildfire, soon the story came to Meghan's ear.
