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Chapter 11: Feral Hell

Vertibird Crash Four Miles South of Washingtonville: June 9, 2279. 9:01 P.M.

She felt something wet and slimy running up against her face multiple times. Amata's eyes slowly started to flutter open; feeling dazed, not knowing how long she'd been unconscious. She moved a hand to her head where she felt a slight trickle of blood running down the left side of her face and immediately felt a sharp pain strike her. Her ears were ringing loudly and the only thing she could hear was her own breathing. She looked down to the source of the sliminess and saw Dogmeat staring at her with his tongue hanging out. Amata looked around the cockpit of the Vertibird and remembered what happened. She looked to her right and saw Eric's unconscious form slumped forward in the pilot's seat. There was a cut between his eyes and blood was seeping down his nose. His beret was also knocked off of his head onto the aircraft's dash.

"Eric!" Amata said lightly, her voice sounding like it was echoing. "Eric!" She reached over to shake his arm and started shaking him, trying to wake him up. Her hearing had returned to normal when suddenly she heard what sounded like someone slamming their fists against the cockpit window. The sound mad Dogmeat growl, knowing that there was danger outside. Amata turned and saw a rotting corps staring at her through the window causing her to scream. As she tried unbuckling herself from the copilot's seat, the feral ghoul smashed the window and reached inside grabbing ahold of her neck. Dogmeat ran forward and latched down on the ghoul's wrist in effort to pry its hand off of Amata. She tried to break the hold it had on her by pulling its hand off, but the grip the feral had on her neck was tight enough to make her gasp for air. Amata managed to pull its hand off of her for a second and screamed at the top of her lungs. "ERIC!" The feral latched its hand back onto her throat.

Eric's head jolted up, his eyes wide and his breathing heavy. He looked to Amata and saw what was transpiring. "GET OFF OF HER!" He pulled his 9mm Beretta out of his holster and aimed at the feral's skull, firing a single shot. Eric watched in satisfaction as the ghoul's head exploded into a bunch of bloody bits. Amata finally got the hand off of her throat before breaking down in tears. Eric used his trench knife to cut the seat belt straps, freeing himself. He leaned over and cut Amata's straps before hugging her tightly. "Shshshshshshsh, it's ok. It's ok Amata. It's over." She wrapped her arms around his neck.

"E-Eric, I th-thought you were dead." Amata sobbed into his neck.

Eric decided it would be a good idea to lighten the mood. He snorted. "Are you kidding me? I'm too fucking awesome to die."

In response to his comment, Amata slapped the back of his head, making him chuckle in amusement. "Please don't joke." She told him.

"Sorry." He pulled back to look her in the eyes. He saw the wound on her head; it ran from her hairline above her left eye to her left temple. "You okay?" She nodded, though her head was throbbing with pain. He used his thumbs to wipe the tears away. Eric couldn't help but admire her beauty, her hazel eyes staring into his. He slowly leaned in towards her. Amata did the same and right as their lips were about to connect, Dogmeat's slimy tongue ran up across Eric's face. Eric wiped the drool off his face and looked down at Dogmeat who was happily wagging his tail at the sight of his now cognizant master. Although the moment was ruined, the two couldn't stay mad at the dog. He couldn't help but ask. "How many fucking lives do you have boy?" Dogmeat just replied with his usual bark and then proceeded to lick Eric's hand. He chuckled as he started scratching the dog's head.

Amata found the sight amusing and was about to say something when several feral ghouls swarmed the downed aircraft and started beating against it, trying to make their way inside. "Oh fuck!" He turned back to see Butch and Jericho were drooped over in their seats while Harkness was lying face down on the floor. "WAKE UP! GUYS WAKE UP!" Eric aimed his sidearm at the group of ferals trying to reach inside and started shooting.

Butch's eyes snapped open and clenched his teeth in pain. Nothing was broken, but damn his body was sore. He didn't have any problems unbuckling himself out of his seat. Butch grabbed his marksman carbine and slung it over his shoulder and staggered over to Jericho to wake him up. He lightly tapped his hand against the former raider's face in an effort to wake him up. "Hey, come on buddy. Wake up. Jericho wake up!" He looked over to the cockpit and saw Eric still shooting through the cockpit window until he was out of bullets. "You guys ok?" Butch shouted.

Eric ejected the empty magazine from his pistol and inserted a new one. "We'd be a lot better once we get the fuck outta he- HEY GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" He shouted while putting a bullet in a feral that grabbed the collar of his jacket. "Are you alright Butch?"

"I don't know, how's my hair look?" Butch asked trying to keep his cool.

"BUTCH NO ONE GIVES A FUCK ABOUT YOUR HAIR!" Eric snapped killing another feral by shooting it in the neck.

"How many?" Butch asked, still trying to get Jericho to wake up.

"My guess," Eric fired three more rounds at a scrawny feral that to squeeze inside the right cockpit window. "more than a couple dozen!" Eric fired at another ghoul hitting it in the left eye, instantly dropping it. Amata reached behind her seat and grabbed her .45 auto SMG and fired through the front opening of the cockpit.

Butch knew he had to wake Jericho up ASAP. He raised his left hand up and backhanded Jericho across the face as hard as he could. Jericho's eyes shot open and he had a murderous look on his face when he realized what just happened. "Gah, what da fuck kid?! You looken ta get yaself killed?"

"We're all going to die if we don't get out of here." Butch pulled out his switchblade and managed to cut Jericho out of his safety belt. "The bird's being swarmed by a bunch of feral's and I know how much you like killing them!"

Jericho looked like a kid on Christmas morning. Killing feral ghouls was his favorite pastime, but when Lyons' Brotherhood had taken control of the Capital Wasteland after wiping the Enclave out of existence, the ferals were cleared from the area not long after. The former raider unslung his Chinese assault rifle and switched off the safety. "Ooooooh I'm going to love this."

Harkness's eyes slowly opened and his vision read Reboot complete. He pushed himself up off the floor and looked around the Vertibird trying to find a weak spot so they could break free. When he heard the gunshots the android unslung his plasma rifle. "What's the situation?"

Eric loaded a fresh magazine in his pistol. "More than a few dozen ferals trying to get inside." Eric shot a glowing one in the shoulder, temporarily debilitating it. He then grabbed the bird's headset and spoke. "This is Star-Paladin Daniels contacting Knights Hunsaker and Damon. Can either of you hear me? Over." Eric got no response from either Brotherhood pilot. He looked back at Harkness. "I can't reach the others." The glowing one that Eric shot tried reaching inside again, causing Eric to put three more rounds in its chest. The upper half of the glowing one's lifeless corpse was slumped over the bird's control panel. Eric grabbed the front of its neck. "No free rides!" He growled shoving the body back outside.

"So what's the plan kid?" Jericho asked in a loud manner.

"I'm working on it. In the meantime try and get the hatch open!" Eric shouted in response. 'Where the fuck do these things keep coming from?' He thought as he shot a roamer in the face. There had to have been more than fifty ghouls trying to get inside.

Butch and Harkness were using all of their strength trying to get the hatch to open. When they realized that it wouldn't budge, they started throwing their bodies against it, hoping that they could break the door off its latches. Jericho soon joined the two and slammed his left shoulder against it. The two repeated this process several times before stopping and switching shoulders. After many more attempts to try and break through the hatch, both Butch and Jericho were exhausted and both their shoulders were sore. Harkness, being that he was an android, didn't feel any pain or exhaustion.

"Alright guys, one last time." Butch said determinedly. Harkness and Jericho nodded. "On three. One, two, THREE!" The three of them threw themselves at the door one last time. Before they made contact, the door was ripped off of its hinges. "OH SHIT!" The trio flew outside of the Vertibird, landing on the ground. Butch hit the ground face first, followed by Jericho landing on top of him and Harkness landing on top of the ex-raider. Butch groaned in agony. "Do you guys mind getting off me? I'd really appreciate it."

As Harkness was about to get up he was lifted up into the air and set down on his feet. He looked up and was met with a familiar green face. "Leo?" It wasn't just Uncle Leo. Coming up right beside him was Fawkes, who opened fire on a group of roamers with his gatling laser, incinerating several of them. Following behind him was Charon with the Terrible Shotgun, Sydney with her 10mm ultra SMG, and Jason with his R91 assault rifle.

Outside the Vertibird, the forest was dark, foggy, and eerie. It was as if all life had been extinguished from the area. What was worse was how the feral ghouls kept running out of the fog towards the group.

"Glad to see that you made it." The friendly super mutant said. Uncle Leo then helped Jericho and Butch to their feet, Butch spit a clump of dirt out of his mouth. The moment Jericho was back on his feet he began gunning down ferals left and right.

"Come on ya fuckin' corpses! Is dat all you got?" Jericho cackled maniacally while filling a glowing one full of holes.

"Boy you guys are a sight for sore eyes." The group all looked to see Eric and Amata climbing out of the Vertibird. He unslung his scoped battle rifle and was picking them off with one hit kills through the chest. Amata fired her .45 auto SMG at a pack of twelve coming at her. She managed to kill some of them, but most of her bullets flew harmlessly around the mutated corpses. Butch climbed on top of the crashed aircraft, aimed down the scope of his marksman carbine, and picked off the rest of the ferals that Amata missed.

Uncle Leo grabbed Fawkes's super sledge and ran towards a reaver that was about to throw radioactive gore at him. The super mutant swung the hammer up, connecting with the reaver's neck, and sending its head flying in the air. Two roamers jumped onto the super mutant from behind him and started biting into his neck. Leo growled as he ripped the one off his right shoulder and slammed it to the ground. Leo then grabbed the one clinging onto his left shoulder by the throat with his right hand and squeezed until its neck was crushed. He let the dead feral fall to the ground and turned to pick up the other feral that he threw to the ground. He hoisted it up and spun around before throwing it at a group of glowing ones, knocking them all to the ground.

Fawkes loaded a fresh electron charge pack into his gatling laser and fired into the group of incapacitated glowing ones. A reaver threw radioactive gore towards the gatling wielding super mutant. Fawkes managed to dodge the radioactive grenade in time and unleash a barrage of red beams, cremating it.

Dogmeat took off into the woods towards three reavers that were throwing radioactive gore at Eric and his group. The hound jumped up and latched on the center reaver's neck, taking it down to the ground. Dogmeat ripped the feral's throat out, causing blood to splatter everywhere. One reaver tried grabbing ahold of Dogmeat, but the dog was much faster. Dogmeat bit down on the reaver's arm and pulled as hard as he could, bringing it down to its face. The dog ripped the back of the reaver's neck off with its sharp teeth and then pounced on the third on and started tearing its face to shreds.

Jason, with his R91 was firing one shot a time. His shots were accurate enough to put most of them down, but when one roamer he had shot six times wouldn't go down he charged forward and slammed the butt of his rifle in the ghoul's face, taking it down. The Ranger medic finished off the downed feral by emptying the rest of his magazine into it.

Charon and Sydney were working in tandem to bring down six more that came charging at them from all directions. Sydney fired a three round burst at the glowing one that was running in front of her. Charon did the same with a roamer that was charging at him, then the aimed the shotgun over his shoulder without looking and fired, blowing a gaping hole in a reaver's head. Sydney grabbed Charon by the front collar of his combat armor and pulled him down so she could fire at a ghoul coming from his left. She fired several rounds in its chest making it stagger towards them; she fired three more rounds, this time in its head, finally killing it. A roamer was charging at Sydney from the right. In response to the impending attack she rolled over Charon's back landing on her feet. Charon raised his shotgun up against the roamer's chin and squeezed the trigger. The roamer's head exploded into a mess of gory bits. The last one was charging at them from the front, the two emptied their guns into it, turning it into a mere puddle of blood.

After seven long minutes, the fighting had ceased. When the smoke was clear, the bloodied bodies of more than a few hundred ghouls were lying scattered across the landscape along with ferals that were reduced to piles of ashes and puddles of goo. Though the group had managed to fend off the mutated corpses, everyone was low on ammo. Eric was down to two en bloc clips for his battle rifle, four magazines for his M16 and one mag for his 9mm Beretta. Amata was out of ammo for her SMG. Butch only had three mags left for his marksman carbine and one for his 9mm pistol. Sydney, Jericho, and Jason only had one magazine left for their weapons and Fawkes was down to one electron charge pack and Harkness had three microfusion cells left and none for his 9mm pistol. Charon had two drum magazines left for the terrible shotgun and a 9mm pistol with four magazines.

Eric let out a deep sigh of relief and slung his scoped rifle over his shoulder. He turned to look to the others. "It's damn good to see you guys." He noticed the bite marks and small trails of blood on Uncle Leo's shoulders. "You alright Leo?"

The super mutant looked at his wounds before putting on his best version of a smile. "Just a couple scratches."

Eric smiled, but his smile vanished when he noticed two people were unaccounted for. "Where's Hunsaker and Damon?"

Sydney and Fawkes walked over to Eric. They looked saddened. "They didn't make it." The two of them both held up a set of holotags, which Eric took. Eric looked at the tags and sighed before putting them away in a pocket.

"Hey kid. What da hell happened back there? One minute we were flyin' smoothly, then suddenly we just dropped outta the sky." Jericho said.

"The same with us." Jason said.

"And us." Fawkes said.

Eric already knew what it was. "Butch, Amata, look at your Pip-boys!" He told them.

They both raised an eyebrow, but looked down at their wrist-mounted computers. "Reboot Complete?" Butch asked. He pushed a button that brought him back to his inventory.

"Just as I thought. An EMP burst. That's the only explanation as to why three Vertibirds would suddenly shut down in midflight and our Pip-boys would reboot." Eric said. He's dealt with enough EMP weaponry to know what could have caused it.

"Where did it come from?" Amata asked.

"My guess? It had to have been a defense mechanism from Rebirth. If not then I don't have a fucking clue." Eric replied to Amata's question.

"So what do we do now?" Jason asked.

Eric smiled. "What else?" He walked back inside the crashed Vertibird and grabbed his assault pack and beret. "We hoof it from here on out." The group looked like Eric had gone insane. They had barely made it out with their lives after their Vertibirds crashed and just took on an onslaught of feral ghouls. He straightened his beret on his head, unslung both of his rifles and put the backpack on before slinging his M16 back on and wielding his battle rifle. Amata, Butch, Jericho, and Harkness did the same thing and grabbed their bags.

"How do we know where we're going?" Sydney asked.

Eric held up his Pip-boy. "It's got a built in compass. It'll show us the way." Dogmeat appeared by his side and sat down happily wagging his tail. Eric bent down and scratched his head. "Good boy Dogmeat."

"Eric, we need to find a place to crash for the night. Some of us are very tired. "Jason said.

"If I'm right, Washingtonville should be three maybe four miles to the north of us. Hopefully we can find a place to sleep there."

"Ya know kid, we could just camp out here for the night." Jericho said logically.

Eric was about to talk when several loud low-pitched screeches echoed throughout the trees to the south of them. Eric pointed in the direction the sound came from. "And that is why we aren't staying out here. We better hurry, if the ferals came from the south then that means more are coming." Eric pulled out his silenced .45 auto pistol, took off the silencer and gave it to Amata. "Remember, make every shot count."

She nodded, though she wasn't so sure about Eric giving her the gun. "I'm not that good of a shot."

Eric put a hand on her shoulder. "That's ok; you leave the shooting to us, keep that just in case." Amata nodded once again and tucked the gun behind her. Eric looked to the others. "Let's get moving guys!" He grabbed Amata's hand and they started jogging north with Dogmeat by his side and the others following.

Fort Independence: June 9, 2279. 9:23 P.M.

"Willis, could you please explain to me HOW HE ESCAPED A THIRD TIME?!" Marshes was livid with rage. One of his Knights had arrived at the Fort to inform his commander about the Lone Wanderer managing to evade his forces.

"I don't know General." The Knight replied as he stood at attention with his eyes forward.

"You don't know?" Marshes jumped out of his chair in indignation, his chair falling backwards and hitting the floor with a loud thud. "You don't know?" He walked right up to his soldier and got in his face. "First that little fucker managed to get away from me this morning and he's alive when he fucking shouldn't be! Then he and his accomplice manage to kill a squad of my men outside of the Arlington Library. Then he manages to kill three more of my men and vanishes without a trace while evading an artillery strike. Now you are telling me he managed to evade my patrols and escape by a Vertibird and YOU DON'T FUCKING KNOW HOW?"

"No sir, I don't know." The Knight replied calmly.

Marshes looked like a man about to commit murder, but a smile suddenly appeared on his face. A smile that sent a chill up the Knight's spine. He patted the man on the shoulder. "Take off your helmet son!" He ordered.

The Knight was confused. "Sir?"

"I just gave you a direct order to take off your helmet Knight. Now do it!" Marshes said in slightly raised voice, walking over to his desk and opening a drawer. The Knight was hesitant for a few seconds, but he complied and removed the power helmet from his head. "Thank you." Marshes pulled a .44 magnum out of the drawer, aimed and fired. The bullet flew right between the Knight's eyes causing his brains to exit out the back of his skull. His lifeless body fell back and hit the floor. General Marshes put the sidearm back in the drawer and closed it. Drake looked to his new second-in-command, Paladin Commander Mullen who was standing in the corner of the room. "Spread the word Mullen. Failure is not an option. This is what will happen if anyone else fails me."

"Yes General."

"And strengthen our forces on the borders!" Marshes ordered.

The Paladin Commander was thrown off by his superior's order. "What for General?"

"In case that little bastard returns, I want to be ready for him!"

Mullen snorted in contempt. "With all due respect Drake, that little shit Lone Wanderer fled like a coward and abandoned his precious Brotherhood comrades. He's not coming back."

Marshes snarled like a savage beast. "Imbecile, he hasn't abandoned his order. He has a code of honor that he lives by. He's too noble, too honorable to leave behind his fellow soldiers to fend for themselves. No, if he left the Capital Wasteland it was for a reason." Drake thought for a few seconds as to what that reason was. Then his eyes widened in realization. "He's going for help." He said.

"General there's no army north of here that's capable of taking us on in a fight."

"How could we possibly know that? We don't have any information on what's north of us." Marshes stated matter-of-factly.

Right when Mullen was about to retort, a Paladin walked into the room. "General, scouts have reported that a squad of Lyons' Brotherhood have hijacked a couple of humvees and are driving northwest." The Paladin informed.

Marshes looked to Mullen for a few seconds then his eyes widened a second time. "He's not going north, he's heading west. He's going to try and enlist the Midwestern Chapter." He figured out. The Midwestern Brotherhood had a standing army of 40,000 troops (Being Knights and Paladins, ghouls, super mutants and many more types of soldiers) with a reserve force of 15,000. There was also the Texas Brotherhood which had a total army of 25,000 soldiers. Though they have the numbers, they would never send in an assault force of more than 3,500, but with the firepower they had, the outcome wouldn't be good for him or his army.

Mullen raised his hands up to stop Marshes from continuing. "Hold on a minute Drake. You're jumping to conclusions! The Midwestern Brotherhood thinks Lyons' Brotherhood is nothing but a bunch of murderers. They'll be shot on sight without getting the chance to tell them of what's really happening here."

The General scowled at Mullen. "You should never underestimate this man Tyler!" He said using the Paladin Commander's first name. "This man managed to kill many of our men by himself and has cheated death on multiple occasions. Plus, if you had deigned to listen to what Casdin said about his past battles with the Enclave, you would know that he isn't a force to be reckoned with."

"Neither are you sir." Mullen said.

"Nevertheless, I'm not taking any chances. The Midwest has the numbers and the firepower. So strengthen our forces on the Western Border until I say otherwise!"

"Aye aye sir. What about the other borders?" Mullen asked.

"Leave them be for now." Marshes said.

"Yes General." Mullen complied, saluting then leaving the room to spread the word and strengthen the Western Border.

General Marshes was left alone to his thoughts. "So Wanderer, if you want a fight, we'll give you a war!" He said smiling evilly. There was no way in hell the Lone Wanderer would stop him and his regime.

If only he knew.

Two miles South of Washingtonville: June 9, 2279. 9:46 P.M.

"COME ON GUYS! KEEP RUNNING! Eric yelled as he turned around to aim and fire at a glowing one that was getting closer to the group. The bullet hit the glowing feral in the throat, effectively decapitating it.

Even though Eric and the others managed to get a running start from the feral ghouls, they had proven to be a lot faster than expected. Behind them was more than 300 ghouls hot on their tail and they were getting closer and closer. Eric fired again hitting a roamer in the chest. The en bloc had ejected from the rifle, causing Eric to load his last one. He aimed down his scope and fired at another roamer, hitting it in the chest and penetrating its heart. He fired at a second one, hitting it in the neck, severing its head from its shoulders. Eric aimed to the right and shot a reaver in the chest. The feral fell to its knees for a few seconds before getting back up continuing his charge. Eric fired a second round, this time hitting it in the left eye. He fired three more rounds at a second reaver that came out of nowhere from his left.

As he turned back to the front he was tackled to ground by a glowing one. When he fell, his rifle hit the ground hard, making it discharge its last round. In an effort to keep the ghoul from killing him, he grabbed it by the throat and pushed it up away from him. The glowing ghoul started chomping its jaws repeatedly trying to bite his face. Eric turned his head to the left so he could avoid the feral's drool from getting in his mouth. Past experience had taught him that it was the grossest thing that could ever happen.

Normally Eric would have enough strength to throw a scrawny feral ghoul off of him, but after being up for almost 36 hours straight, the adrenaline was leaving his body and the exhaustion was taking over. His arm was about to give out when he heard. "GET OFF MY FRIEND!" Half a second later, the glowing one was ripped off of him and thrown head first against a boulder, crushing its skull. Eric was picked up off the ground by Uncle Leo who told him to run.

Eric did as he was told while the super mutant picked up his battle rifle and swung it against the head of a roamer. The force that was put into the swing was enough to smash a gaping hole in the ghoul's head and break the rifle in half. Another roamer from behind made the mistake of jumping at the super mutant, because Leo turned around and jammed the other half of the rifle through the ghoul's chest, impaling it. Leo dropped the dead ghoul on a stick and turned and ran as fast as he could to join the others.

Eric didn't know how long he had been running, but he was beyond exhausted now. He was pushing himself to keep going, but the more he did, the more he felt like he was going to pass out. Sweat was rolling down his face, he was wheezing really badly and his head injury was really starting to kill him. He hadn't felt this fatigued since he began his training with the Brotherhood. Just when he was about to give up, he saw what looked like a fort that surrounded a town (Imagine the walls of Jacobstown, but well-built). It was just forty-five, fifty yards away. On the walls were floodlights and makeshift guard towers with light machine gun emplacements. On the wall were four guards armed with R91 assault rifles and there were three more guards in the guard towers. In each tower, one was manning the machine gun, one armed with a sniper rifle, and the third was armed with a scoped assault rifle he had never seen before. At the wall was a makeshift gate that had soldiers waiting for him.

When he was close enough he could hear the guards calling to him. "Come on kid you can make it!" One of the guards with a raspy voice shouted.

Eric could see more guards running on the walls armed with miniguns. He pushed himself even harder, if that was possible, but he found himself collapsing to the ground, coughing and breathing heavily. Eric tried to get up only to fall back down; his whole body was aching with pain. Uncle Leo came running out of the tree line and saw Eric down so he darted towards his friend and picked him up, throwing him over his shoulder. The moment the two made it through the gate and behind the walls, more than four hundred feral ghouls came charging out of the trees towards the wall. The soldiers guarding the entrance ran inside and locked it down.

The guard who was calling for Eric gave his men the orders. "Soldiers, take aim!" The guards on the wall raised their weapons and flipped their safeties off. As soon as the mutant corpses were within thirty yards of the wall, he gave the order. "FIRE!"

The soldiers all opened fire with their weapons at the ghouls. The minigunners and light machine gunners had no trouble ripping apart the ghouls. The riflemen all were firing one round at a time, hitting their targets with marksmanship that would rival both Dusk and Colvin combined. While the riflemen and gunners were taking their time with the regulars, roamers, and glowers, the snipers were taking out the reavers that were throwing radioactive gore from long distances.

"Frag out!" One soldier shouted as he tossed a grenade at a group clustered together. The grenade exploded, killing most of them and blowing off the limbs of a few survivors. The soldier raised his rifle up and fired at a glowing one, hitting it in the left eye.

The guard giving the orders was wielding an XL70E3 Enfield assault rifle (Fallout Tactics weapon). He aimed through the scope of the rifle and fired one round at a time, nailing each ghoul right between the eyes until his magazine was empty.

Ten minutes is what it took to put down every ghoul that attempted to storm the fort walls. The commanding officer lowered his rifle and let out a sigh of relief. The soldier slung his rifle over his shoulder and walked down the stairs to greet the newcomers. He looked to one of his men who was a ghoul. "Corporal, tell our incendiaries to start burnin' the corpses! I don't want the smell wafting into town!"

"Yes Captain!" The Corporal left to do what he was ordered.

The first person the Captain walked over to was Eric. Eric was eyeing all the soldiers around him, most were ghouls, some were human. "Hey kid, you alright?" He asked in a raspy voice.

Eric nodded. "Ye-yeah." He said slowly catching his breath.

The Captain raised an eyebrow. "You sure?" He could tell this kid was dead tired.

Eric slowly nodded, then his eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground unconscious, the exhaustion finally taking over.

Amata and Butch quickly knelt down next Eric. "Eric!" Amata said worriedly.

Butch checked Eric's pulse and found that it was still there. "He's ok. He just passed out from exhaustion." Amata was relieved.

The Captain came over and grabbed Eric's legs. "We'll take him to the doc. I got his legs."

"Ok." Butch said as picked Eric up. 'Thank God we can finally rest.' He thought happily.

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