Everyone looking forward to DeadPool 2 and Solo? I know I am, two movies I am looking forward to seeing this summer and the suspense is killing me. Of course, it will be the blades, bullets and blasters that will kill the bad guys in the movie.

Anyway, here is chapter 2 of my third story. Special thanks to SAK-96 for the idea. This chapter occurs before the first chapter so it's a flashback.

Disclaimers are the same as always but enjoy.

Chapter 2: Trouble in Hope

May 24th, 2018 21BBY

Montana

1400 hours

Roberts point of view

The sound of the clickety-clack of train wheels turning echoed through out the air. The last time I was on a train I was caught in a terrorist attack and it brought me to the galaxy where my mom was born.

Looking back now, if I hadn't been in that attack I would be in high school, no doubt getting good grades and planning my future. I probably would still be picked on by the students who teased me about my mom and dad being dead, maybe have gotten into a few fights with those jackasses. As an old friend once told me 'stick up for yourself, don't give into what anyone says no matter how much it hurts.'

That was told to me by Grace Armstrong, a veteran of the afghan war and native of Hope County Montana. She idolized my father and when she was about fourteen was taught by my dad how to shoot a rifle and decided that when she was old enough join the military.

She was deployed to Afghanistan when my dad was killed and missed the funeral, but when she heard the news and when she returned from her first deployment she visited my mom and offered her condolences for our loss, becoming a part of my family. A capable sniper she can hit a target five hundred yards with her CM901, but when she needs to get as close as possibly to her targets she can unload a torrent of lead with either her M4A1 or Colt 9mm SMG, keeping her accuracy.

Though she is capable with a gun she's got nothing on Jess Black, Hope County's resident hunter and the one who taught me how to use a bow and arrow. Nicknamed the 'lady Rambo' by me and Grace, Jess can hit a target human or animal with her compound bow.

Unlike me and Grace, Jess had a rough childhood. Her parents constantly out of work and moving around the country a lot, she used to get in trouble for late-night graffiti on train cars, fist fights in school and sometimes drug dealing. But that all changed when she met my Aunt Cassie. A fan of her father's movies, she and Cassie got along well and quickly got her act together changing her life around and found he calling, hunting.

I heard about her from my aunt and heard that she made a living hunting and selling pelts and meat from dear, cougars and wolves to the towns of Hope County. That's where I was going.

Prior to the Amtrak attack, Grace sent me a letter saying that she had something of my fathers that she wanted to give me. But due to recent troubles in the county, she couldn't send it by mail and asked if I could pay her a visit before the school year started. But that never happened.

After I returned from paying respects to my mom, I sensed a disturbance in the force emanating from earth. Naturally, I asked master Yoda to allow me to return home and investigate the disturbance. Due to the unforeseen change in Dooku's stance on the war he agreed and I returned home.

I tired to purchase a ticket to Hope County, but the guy at the ticket booth said it was impossible for passenger trains to get to there. Recently, Hope County was cut off from the rest of the world because of some 'natural disaster' as the media reported so I purchased a ticket to Chicago and decided to make my next move once I arrive at the windy city.

When I arrived, I overheard several missionaries from other states talking about Hope County, saying that it wasn't a natural disaster that cut off the county but a religious doomsday cult calling themselves Eden's Gate had taken control of the entire county, cutting it off from the rest of the world stating that the apocalypse was coming and they needed to prepare for it. I even heard them say that they were taking people by force and brainwashing them into becoming the cult members.

The only way to get Hope County was by air or land. So naturally, I hitched a ride on a freight train heading for a town close to the county and then use ATV that Barney had at his mountain home to get there and determine the origin of the disturbance I felt. Good thing he also had a small arsenal of Vietnam surplus weapons from one of the earlier jobs the Expendables did in ninety-seven.

That was over two days ago and after waiting for a few days, I finally arrived at the town of Missoula. Exiting the boxcar I was in, I ran quickly out of the railyard and looking at the map I had and checked my location. "Five miles." I said to myself as I called for a taxi to take me to uncle's mountain home.

A half-hour had passed since I arrived in Missoula and when I reached the road to the mountain home. Paying the taxi driver, I began to walk up the dirt road. My mind soon flooded with the memories of the times Barney, mom and myself would come up here. We would ride horses, go fishing and this was the place were Barney taught me to use a .22 caliber weapon. But those memories soon faded when I arrived at the house.

The house was a smoldering wreck and parked in front of the house were several Ford F150s and 1976 Chevy Silverado pickup trucks, some equipped with M2 .50 caliber machine guns mounted on the truck beds. The symbol of the cross on their side doors was a clear indication that they were a part of cult from the County, Eden's Gate.

Hiding in one of the pushes I pulled my 1911 from my holster and waited as the cultists began to leave, no doubt returning to their leader. Ever since the early two-thousands, Joseph Seed 'the father' of the cult proclaimed that the 'collapse' was imminent and I heard that the crazy bastard killed his infant daughter after he lost his wife in a car crash.

The bastard was sick, so sick that he was even the suspect in the disappearance of a man that was kicked out of Eden's gate and somehow was found torn to pieces just before the Union Pacific's Produce Express freight train ran over the remains leaving a bloodied stain on the front engine. Rumors even spread that the FBI and police almost caught the fucker, but soon he and his entire congregation disappeared presumably killed by a man with a machine gun.

Sad to say that wasn't the case. As I watched the cultists leave the area, I noticed in the bed of one of the trucks was an M16A1, a more reliable version of the original M16. That's when it hit me. Running towards the smoking remains of the house I pulled open the doors to the basement and found that the entire stockpile of Vietnam weapons was gone.

M16's, M60's, M79's, Claymores, M72's and other weapons used by both the US military, Viet Cong and NVA now in the hands of a bunch of religious nutjobs. Every bit of 5.56mm, 7.62mm and explosive rounds taken and no doubt going to be used against people who either resisted these maniacs or on those who came to the county by accident.

Lucky for me they didn't get all of the weapons. Barney told me that the guy who originally owned the house had a hidden bunker behind the house where he had a personal collection of World War 2 weapons. Knowing this, I found the chain buried in the ground and pulled it the green grass coming up and revealing an opening set of metal doors.

Entering the bunker, I turned the lights on and unlocked the door concealing the weapons used in the last great war. Approaching one of the weapons cases I picked up one of the weapons, a three-and-a-half-foot rifle, called one of 'the greatest battle implement ever devised.' The M1 Garand, a semi-automatic 30-06 caliber battle rifle, the replacement for the M1903 Springfield bolt-action rifle and the primary weapon for rifleman during WW2 and Korea before it was replaced by the more powerful M14.

While it was an antique this weapon was in prime condition as if it hadn't been handed out to a GI in either Europe of the Pacific theaters. A rate of fire of 40 to 50 rounds per minute, the weapon featured a unique feature when the last round was fired. The en-bloc clip ejected from the rifle making a distinct ping when it ejected from the rifle and hit the ground, costing many American soldiers their lives. They soon turned this to their advantage by loading a new clip, throwing the empty one on the ground and then shooting the enemy when they stuck their head out from cover, it could even feature the M7 rifle grenade launcher. This one however was modified to fire .308 Winchester rounds.

An exceptional rifle, the next weapon in the bunker was on the German's tried to ban after seeing its destructive capabilities in close quarters. The Winchester 1897 shotgun, or trench gun as it was called. A 12-guage shotgun used by the Marines and Army in both world wars, it could take the arm off a droid or living being with a single shot. With a five round tubular magazine and an extra round in the chamber it's devastating in close-quarters.

Perhaps one of the most infamous weapons of the stockpile was a weapon used by infamous duo of criminals during the Great Depression. The Browning Automatic Rifle, or B.A.R was a light machine gun firing the same caliber as the M1 Garand, Springfield and M1 carbine, but features a higher rate of 500 to 650 rounds per minute, it was often classified as a battle rifle. The original magazine capacity was twenty-rounds but it appeared that Barney had modified the magazine to hold forty-rounds per magazine, but still fired 30-06 round like the Garand. With a bipod it could be used to lay down suppressing fire on an enemy position giving the wielders squad mates the chance to move up and flank the enemy. While it is powerful its nothing compared to the Browning M2 .50 caliber machine gun.

But the final weapon was far more iconic, due it being used in the hands of the Mafia and other criminals during the 1920's, 30's, 40's and 50's, not to mention a personal favorite of mine. The Thompson Submachine gun, a .45ACP caliber submachine gun with a rate of fire 600 to 725 rounds per minute, it was called many nicknames like the 'Tommy gun' and 'Chicago Typewriter' for its popularity in the hands of people like Al Capone and Machine Gun Kelly during the prohibition era.

Numerous versions of the gun were made, but the one I had in front of me was the M1928A1 model which could feature either a twenty or thirty round box magazine or a fifty round drum magazine. An exceptional weapon for clearing trenches and buildings.

Four antique weapons in mint-condition giving me the firepower of a single squad. I grinned with delight, my uncle Herby used the Garand and Thompson during his time in the First Infantry during the war and told me of how effective they were compared to the Nazi's Gewehr 43, Kar98k and MP40.

While they weren't exactly the M4 and AA12, these guns helped end the conflict between the Nazi's and Imperial Japanese. Still one has to do what they can with what they have. Taking one of the boxes of 30-06 ammo I began to load the rounds into the weapons clips preparing for battle with a cult of nutjobs.

Normal point of view

Three hours passed since he loaded up his antique arsenal. Three hours since he began to make his way towards a new battlefield.

From atop a hill near one of the train bridges scattered across the valley, Robert sat meditating and trying to sense the location of two of his families' friends. As he mediated, a brindle colored dog came up behind him and sat down by his 2015 Honda ATV and watched him with curiosity.

Soon his eyes opened up and he turned around looking at the dog. "Hey buddy, what are you doing out here by yourself?" Robert asked as the dog approached him slowly. The dog sniffed his hand and then jumped up on him knocking him to the ground and begin to slobber him with kisses. "Ok, ok. Take it easy buddy." Robert said with laughter, gently pushing the dog off him. The moment the dog got off him, the dog ran down the hill towards a nearby house.

Following the dog on his ATV, Robert arrived at farm and do his horror found the body of a dead women with blond hair and blue eyes seeing the dog nudge the body. "She's gone buddy." Robert said to the dog as he picked up the body and brought it over to an area and began to dig a hole in the ground. "She will be given a proper burial and I will look after you." He said assuring the dog that he wouldn't be alone as he began to dig a hole in the ground.

Once he finished burying the women, he made a cross out of two small planks of wood, placed them at the head of the grave and took a few floors laying them atop the dirt. The second he finished he heard the sounds of footsteps behind him and turned to find himself face to face with six cultists. "Well it looks like we have sinner in our mist." One of them said, twirling around a baseball bat as if it was a sword or cane.

"I am not a sinner. I am just a guy giving the women a proper burial. So why don't you guys get out of here, your starting to bother my pal here." Robert stated noticing the dog was starting to get tense around these guys. "You and your dog are to come with us. The father would want to see that you are saved from the collapse." Another cultist said this one brandishing a pistol.

"My mom always said never go with strangers. So, you can tell your 'father' thanks but no thanks." Robert proclaimed beginning to walk towards the house. No sooner was he a few feet away, a bullet hit the ground in front of him. "The collapse is upon us and you must be saved!" Another cultist shouted, charging forward with their bat held high. Pulling his pistol from his holster, Robert fired his gun, killing the cultist before gunning down the rest of the cultists.

Returning his pistol to his holster, Robert picked up the bodies with the force and sent them flying from the farm and into the nearby woods. "They shouldn't have attacked. Anyone who attacks me is going to die." Robert stated coldly, walking towards the house with the dog behind him.

As he sat down on the couch, the dog jumped up and rubbed its muzzle against Roberts face, showing the red collar around its neck. "So, your names Boomer? Well Boomer, looks like you got yourself someone to take care of you for the time being." Robert said, scratching behind the dog's ears before getting up to feed the dog and himself.

The next morning after feeding himself and Boomer, Robert checked the map and saw that the nearest town was Falls End. As he finished loading a magazine into the Thompson, he turned his eyes towards Boomer. A dog lover at heart, he couldn't leave the cattle dog-shepherd mix alone so he decided to take the dog with him. While the ATV would get him to falls end quicker, he decided to walk with Boomer so he wouldn't leave him behind.

The walk to Falls end took what seemed like forever, but after two hours of walking they finally arrived at the small town. Weapons strapped to his back (Like Ellis in the L4D2 opening) the young jedi walked down the road towards the town, not knowing what was about to happen.

No sooner was he near the town, he saw that the cult had set up a sniper at the water tower. Diving down near a drainage ditch, he saw the glint of metal from the sniper's scope as a shot hit the dirt above him, the sound of the rifle silent. "Guy must have a silencer on his rifle." Robert said to himself as he unslung the Garand and peaked over the edge of the ditch.

"I don't have a scope so I need to get closer if I am going to take him down. Yet why do I sense a familiar presence?" Robert asked himself as he and Boomer circled around the right side of the town, moving when the sniper had turned their attention towards a mountain lion that got into town.

Moving through the ditch, the duo crept slowly towards the water tower either avoiding the cultists or taking them down silently. The closer he got to the water tower, the stronger the presence felt. Nearing the ladder, he noticed a worn American flag bandana lying on the ground near the ladder. "It can't be." Robert said to himself as he picked up the bandana.

The second he picked it up, a shot hit the dirt behind him. Turning around, he was face to face with an African American woman about thirty-years old, with brown hair and dark brown eyes, wearing a forest green camo shirt underneath a tactical vest with various pouches for her extra gear, tactical trousers covered in dried mud, mud covered black boots, worn white fingerless gloves and a military themed baseball hat. Strapped to her thigh a holster with an M45 handgun, in her hands a CM901 assault rifle with a twenty-round magazine with a sniper scope mounted on its guide rail. Strapped to her back, a M4A1 with a holographic sight and M203 grenade launcher and Colt 9mm SMG with a red dot sight mounted on top and a laser pointer mounted on the side of the barrel.

The eye black underneath her eyes gave Robert the answer he needed. "Grace? Why did you take off your bandana, I thought it meant a lot to you?" Robert asked confused. Grace said nothing and just kept staring at him. "You ok?" Robert asked again. This time Grace aimed her battle rifle at him and pulled the trigger. Ducking and diving behind the shooter he began to back away. "GRACE! Its me Robert. Remember, the kid you called 'your little spotter' when I pointed out the target you missed?" He pleaded, trying to get through to his friend.

Grace didn't respond and fired her rifle again only for Boomer to jump up on her knocking her to the ground and causing her shot to go wide. The shots however did alert the rest of the cultists in the town and soon began to rush towards the origin of the gun fire. "Shit. Fucking lunatics. I don't know if you can hear me Grace, but we got company coming and we need to take them out." Robert said, aiming his rifle at one of the approaching cultists and fired.

Two shots put the first cultist down and then he aimed his rifle at another cultist with club charging him taking him down with a shot to the head. Firing his rifle at three more cultists, emptying his current clip, Robert began to retreat and loaded a new clip into his rifle. Loading the new clip, he turned back to his friend. "ARE YOU GOING TO FUCKING HELP ME?" Robert shouted as the cultists fired their own rifles trying to hit Robert and Boomer. "FOR THE FATHER!" Grace shouted as she aimed her rifle at Robert who ducked as the bullet hit one of the cultists.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Robert shouted as he backed away, firing his rifle at the approaching cultists. Grace fired her rifle again intent on hitting the young jedi, no matter how much he tried to reach her. "This isn't you Grace. SNAP OUT OF IT!" he shouted as a cultist knocked the rifle out of his hands.

Grabbing him by the throat, Grace began to choke the life out of Robert. His vision beginning to blur, he grabbed his friend by the face and tried to push her off. While the other cultists watched as she continued to try and kill him, neither one of them noticed a female figure about twenty-seven-years old, with brown hair and teal eyes wearing a dark green parka with the hood down over her face, a blue denim buttoned shirt, worn out jeans and black hiking boots pulled the string of her bow and aimed at one of the cultists.

His hand still pressed on Grace's face, Robert tried desperately to continue to push Grace off of him. As his vision started to black out, it suddenly began to return to normal and he felt Grace's hands leave his throat and opened his eyes. "Robert, what are you doing here?" Grace asked as she helped him back to his feet.

"It's a long story, but I think we have bigger concerns right now." Robert said, unslinging his BAR and aimed it at the cultists. "Fucking Peggie's." Grace added as she aimed her M4 and prepared to fire. "Heretics." One of the cultists said brining their M16 up to fire. The moment their finger was about to pull the trigger, an arrow pierced their upper shoulder, killing him. Turning to the right, Robert and Grace watched as the same female figure sent another arrow towards another cultist hitting them in the head before sending another arrow towards a third cultist piercing their upper chest.

"BEHIND YOU!" Robert shouted as a cultist tried to tackle the female from behind. Drawing her knife from her sheath, the female stepped back a few feet before swinging her knife at the cultist, slitting their throat killing them. "Nice moves Jess." Grace said, lowering her rifle.

"I've been fighting the Peggie's since they started their whole goddamn cult. I know how to take care of myself." Jess replied as she looked towards Robert as he picked up his Garand. "Been a long time Kid." Jess said putting her hand on his shoulder. "I thought you vanished last year." She said.

"Yeah. You were among those listed as dead during that terrorist attack in the Rockies. Where the hell have you been and why do you have flashlights strapped to your waist?" Grace asked, petting Boomer who had just returned after taking a leak on a nearby tree.

"I can tell you guys later. Right now, I am hungry and I have a feeling the rest of the townsfolk of Falls end are exactly like Grace was." Robert stated as about eight individuals dressed in the same clothing as the cultists approached them all aiming their guns at the four of them. "I got this." Robert added as he extended his hand forward and concentrated. Some how when he had his hand on Grace's face, he was able to removed the influence of whatever was forcing her to act the way she was acting.

Using the power of the force, Robert felt that their minds were a complete blank only thinking of serving one they called 'the father'. Focusing all his energy he began to destroy the influence of the substance that turned them into mindless followers.

While he focused on the controlled people Jess and Grace stood in confusion as the kid they knew began to do something they had never seen before.

Finally, Robert put his hand down and watched as the group of eight stopped in their tracks all holding their heads like they had a headache. "What the hell happened? I can't remember anything." The blonde-haired women asked. "I only remember talking with my mama and then I don't remember much." The man with brown hair and a goat-like goatee said scratching his private area.

"All I remember is that I was helping Doc Lindsey and then nothing." Another women said as he started to take off her dirt stained shirt and threw it to the ground. "Hey Trace, not in front of the kid." Grace said to the women named Tracey. "Your going to…" Grace began until she noticed that Robert had fallen to the ground, exhausted and tired.

"You ok?" Jess asked as she pulled Robert back to his feet. "I think so. Are my arms still attached to my body?" Robert asked.

"Yes." Grace responded. "Let's get you inside." She added.

"Okeydokey." Robert said weekly, before trying to flap his arms like a bird. "Yeah you can't fly." The black man said, putting his arm underneath Roberts body. "Since when can't I fly?" Robert asked.

What no one knew is that from the forest behind the town, a figure with a five-o'clock shadow and yellow shaded glasses watched as the group went towards the towns tavern. Fixing his eyes on the fifteen-year-old boy, he grinned evilly. "He is taking my flock from me. This child is the devil incarnated and yet he can still be saved." The figure said to himself, before walking to his pick-up and drove away, returning to his new compound.

Graces point of view

May 27th

Its been a day since Robert just showed up in the county and about eight months since he vanished off the face of the earth.

When I heard of his death, I thought that the Peggie's had a hand in the attack on the train. I was wrong, it was just a rag-tag group of members of a white-supremist terrorist group. Still from what Barney told me before the cult cut off the county from the rest of the county Stonebanks was the one who sold the weapons to the group. He even sold weapons to the Peggie's.

Those sick cult motherfuckers really make me angry. The tried to destroy the graves of some of Hope County's war veterans and take away our freedom, saying that we have to join that cult we would be spared from the coming 'collapse' as their leader says is coming.

I thought that Deputy Bosworth and the others she came with would have taken down Seed. Unfortunately, she was too influenced by the cults bliss drug and just walked away and returned to Missoula, leaving the rest of us in the hands of that deranged mad-man. She killed John, Jacob and Faith but when it came to taking down Joseph, she couldn't bring herself to do it and just left.

Last thing I remember before I saw Robert, I was trying to snipe a couple of Peggie's trying to forcibly convert a group of tourists that failed to leave before the cult took over when something caused my vision to blur and then after that I found myself trying to choke the kid I called my 'little spotter' back when he was only six years old and after I won a bronze medal during the 08 Olympics after my first deployment.

Jess told me that somehow, I was under the influence of that bliss drug and that somehow was almost fully converted into one Seeds mindless followers. Turns out during the time I was under the drugs influence, Joseph had established a new church at an old logging camp high in the mountains located along the route of one of the tourist railroads that Robert and I went on back during our first meeting.

I remember the day I met his dad. His father was in the valley on a vacation and watched me when I was first learning how to shoot. I was having difficulties using the Ruger 10/22 my pops gave me for Christmas and Roberts pa gave me some pointers on how to operate the rifle properly. Over the years I kept in touch with Kevin and every Christmas he would come to the house bringing gifts for me and the family. The last time I saw him, he said he going to join the military and that I may not see him again.

Then one day he came back with bunch of his buddies from the army, stating that he was forming a mercenary unit called the Expendables and that he would still stay in touch. He even told me some of stories of his time in the army, that and the fact my own pops was in the army made me want to join up.

Nine months before I was deployed to Afghanistan, Kevin told me that he just had a son and asked if I would like to see him. I took him on his offer and when I saw Robert I could tell the kid was something special. Before I left, Kevin gave me his great grand fathers ivory gripped, nickel plated Calvary Colt 'Peacemaker' revolvers, asking that if anything should happen to him I was to give them to Robert when he was old enough.

Sure enough he was right, while I was in Afghanistan Kevin was killed on a job by Stonebanks himself. I lost one of my heroes' that inspired me to join the military and his son wouldn't get to know his father. The unit disbanded after their leader's death, Barney decided it was best that I hold onto the revolvers until it was the right time for me to give them to Robert.

Years past and I went back on two more tours of duty before I heard that Roberts mom was murdered. After that I went back to the war and continued to uphold my family's legacy. I tired to keep in touch with the kid, but the child custody agency sent him to live with friends of Roberts father. From what I heard, he was doing ok but I still felt like I needed to wait a while before I gave him the guns.

As if losing his parents was bad enough, he lost his second family a few years later and then he just disappeared. Barney, Cassie and the others spent a long time looking for him all over the country, even stopping by here and asking me and Jess if he made his way out here. He didn't and both of us even thought the Peggie's had something to do with it. They didn't but we still were suspicious and kept tabs on them.

The suspicions we had soon came to an end. About a year ago on the anniversary of the D-Day landings, Robert contacted me and asked to meet me. Sadly, I wasn't exactly in the meeting kind of mood so I declined the idea. But in August, I figured I would meet with him around the time of his birthday the next month and give him his families revolvers. I should have meet with him sooner, cause a few weeks later the terrorists attacked the train and he was presumed dead.

I felt a lot of regret during the months after the attack. I kept telling myself that if I had meet with him, I could have spared him from being caught in the attack but then he would have to worry about the damn cult.

He wasn't a killer but knew how to fight and could defiantly kick some ass. But when I finally saw him again after he somehow freed me from the influence of the bliss, I saw that he had killed seven cultists and was armed to the teeth with weapons that his Uncle Herby might have used during WW2. Something must have changed during the time he disappeared forcing him to kill the Peggie's.

Now here he was, lying on the bed on the upper floor of the Spread-Eagle Bar here in town, unconscious and resting like a baby. Reminds me of a couple times he fell asleep when he payed me a visit when he was four, I even remember he fell asleep when we were watching Thomas and The Magic Railroad one of his favorite movies when he was younger. I never understood his interest with trains, but I could tell that someday he wanted to work on the railroad, maybe he might even get the line running through the county fixed up.

Looking to his families Peacemakers I was beginning to think that maybe he doesn't need the revolvers, since he had a lot of firepower. Knowing Barney, he probably got these during a job, or they were from someone's stash of weapons they had collected fearing the nuclear apocalypse if either the states or another country fired their nukes at us.

"Kid certainly has a thing for the classics. Tommy Gun, Garand, B.A.R, Trench Gun. Amazing how he used this to take down a couple of Peggie's." I said as I noticed that the Garand was modified to .308 Winchester rounds like Remington R25 and several other rifles.

"How's the kid doing?" Mary May asked as she brought up a glass of water. "He's doing ok. He is still out cold, but he is breathing. Kind of surprising that he just showed up and got rid of the Bliss in our systems. How did he do it?" I responded, confused as to how he was able to get rid of the drug in our systems.

Mary was about to give her thoughts when Robert began to toss and turn in the bed. It looked like he was having a nightmare or something. Taking the glass of water, I threw the water into his face, soaking him with cold water and causing him to spring up. "WHAT THE FUCK!?" he shouted. "You were having a nightmare so I woke you up." I explained. "By making it look like I was sweating like a damn pig." He retorted before I held him in a tight embrace.

"I thought you were dead. Where have you been?" I said resisting the urge to cry. "It's a long story." He said and began to tell us what he was up to.

Going to end this chapter right here.

Yes, I decided to use the events of Far Cry 5 for this Story and use what I think happened if the player chooses the walk away ending. Special Thanks to SAK-96 for the idea. The idea of using WW2 weapons was my own.

Looks like Joseph has plans to try and convert Robert to one of his followers, question is will he succeed or not. You will have to wait until next time. Please leave a review and if you all know of any stories that capture the Battle of Umbara, please let me know I need some Umbara material. Until next time.