A/N: Ditto.
Location: Boston, Massachusetts
"Hello and welcome to Colonel Chicken. How may I take your order?" Jeremy said in his most depressing manner.
"I'll have two number nines, one number seven, two number twelves, one with cheese, and a large coke,"
"That will be twenty seven dollars and fifty seven cents,"
"Fatass," he thought. "Not even OUR fatso would eat this much,"
He sighed as he gave the man his order and sat down on a nearby chair. "Well this blows," he said as he readjusted his uniform's hat. "Maybe I should've applied for a real job and not this,"
"Alright Jeremy," a tall, chubby, blond man walked up next to him. "Your shift's over, you can go,"
"Finally," he got up and started to walk away.
"Be sure to get back here by your call time, and don't be late AGAIN,"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever boss," he mumbled. It was bad enough he had to work at this stupid place for some time now, but his boss had to be, of all people, that fat kid he used to tease back in high school. "Still a fatass,"
He changed back into a simple red shirt and black pants with running shoes, and put his uniform back into his backpack.
Taking off into the night, he quickly sprinted back towards home. He knew that the streets weren't safe at night from experience, and the less time someone spent outside the better. He sped down Park Lane, up Picket Road, and hopped the fence in the alleyway between Carl's Deli and Rob's Brewery. He was on the street that his house was, but stopped.
"Oh crap, I was supposed to get milk for Ma! Better hope the market is still open," he said as he turned around and raced back.
On his way back, he heard the screams of men, which caught his attention. "What the...?" he stopped and decided to investigate. He jogged his way to where he thought the screams came from and was met by a gruesome sight.
It was an alleyway between two apartments that was known as the meeting place for the infamous gangs, the ForGoers and the Jocks. And their meeting place was littered with sliced up bodies, limbs and blood.
"Holy crap, what the hell happened here?" instinctively, he took out a wooden baseball bat out of his bag and started to investigate, but stopped. "Wait a sec, why should I go in there? I'm not suicidal. Screw those guys,"
The second he turned his back, he heard something behind him. But before he could react, he was knocked to the ground, face first. He felt something press against the back of his neck.
"Omigod, omigod, omigod, I do not want to die!" he shouted into the ground. He struggled to get up but to no avail.
Suddenly, he was picked up and was now facing someone.
The person he was facing was a woman around his age, with blond hair, and blue eyes. She wore a white jacket over a light blue tank top, blue pants, and skateboard shoes. On her back was a red backpack that had a white plus sign.
"Uh, hi?" Jeremy said with a smile.
The woman stayed silent as she looked over him. "Put him down," she said after a moment.
He suddenly found himself on the ground once again, as he pushed himself up, he noticed the large figure that stood beside her. It almost looked like a large wolf that was standing on two legs.
"I'm sorry you had to go through that," she said. "After all, you can never be too careful,"
"Yeah, but I gotta go, nice seeing you!" he tried to run off but ran into the wolf-creature. He could now clearly see what it looked like. The wolf easily towered over him, and had more muscles than Jeremy had ever seen on a man. It only wore gray colored pants, easily standing out from its black fur. Tied around one of his bulging biceps was a red band that had a plus sign on it.
"Why go? We've just met haven't we?" the woman said.
"Yeah...but,"
"But, wouldn't it be rude to run off without introducing yourself? After all, you wouldn't want to end up as those people, do you?"
At this point he noticed that blood stained both her and the wolf's hands/claws. He started to sweat bullets.
"No...no not at all!" he fidgeted a bit before extending his hand. "Name's Jeremy, what's yours?"
"My name is Dr. Lily Stormburg, big guy is Dr. Logan Brady. He may seem scary, but he's a nice guy," she said with a smile and returning the handshake.
"Doctors? You two don't look like doctors,"
"We work in the field," Logan said in his deep, booming voice. "Besides it's more interesting than being cooped up in an office,"
"I can see..." Jeremy said with a nervous chuckle. "Why am I getting Medic vibes from these two?"
"So Jeremy," Lily said. "Do you know why I had Mr. Brady let you go rather than have him preform a discectomy on you?"
"..."
"I take your silence as a "yes". You see, we work for a certain group that has worked with your group before, catch my drift, Scout?"
Jeremy blinked. "Hold on...how'd you know that?"
"Your friends told us...you do remember them, do you? I believe Miss Arachne gave you quite the scare...?"
Jeremy shrank down into ball and started rocking back and forward. "Please...no...don't remind me of that," he said. "Anything but that, please...the horror,"
"Uh, what did she do?" Logan asked.
"The less you know the better. I've seen battle-harden men go into complete sissy mode because of her "tactic","
"The things I've seen...I will never unsee..." Jeremy squeaked.
Time Skip
"Your mom was nice enough to let us stay here. However, I'm still confused how she wasn't scared by Logan," Lily said.
"Ma's a hardened woman," Jeremy said. "After all, she did raise eight boys,"
"Eight!"
"Yup, I'm the youngest by the way,"
The trio were at Jeremy's home, or rather his Ma's home. It was a small house tucked in between two large apartments, the house wasn't in the best of shape, but was still habitable. Inside the six room house, it looked way better than the outside.
"Where's everyone else?"
"I dunno, some are in prison maybe, others have a job I think..."
"You don't know where your siblings are?"
"Eh, after spending about ten or more years of my life at Teufort, I kinda forgot about them," he said. "I kinda felt that the others were more like my bros,"
"Hm, interesting..."
"How 'bout you goldilocks? What about your family?"
"They're dead," she answered bluntly.
"...what...?"
"I was an orphan for as long as I remember," she said with an unnerving look. "Eventually, I ran away from that hell hole and became a doctor,"
Her tone made it clear for Jeremy that she did not want to talk about her past.
"What about you?" he said to the wolf.
"I'll pass," the wolf gave him a sideways glare as if annoyed.
"Ok then...so what brings you two here?" he said as he changed the subject. "How's the Allies doing?"
"I'll be glad if anyone is still alive," Lily said.
"Alive? What happened?"
"The details are a bit blurry, but all I know is that we were attacked and we lost. The only other thing is waking up in...where is this?"
"Boston,"
"Thanks-Boston and running into those thugs,"
"Oh god..." Jeremy's mind raced. "I really hope everyone is ok,"
"Hope, yeah, hope is a dick right now," she huffed. "So why aren't you in Teufort with the others?"
"Oh, ah, we kinda got...dismissed from our jobs," he said.
"And how long was this?"
"About fifteen years..."
"Cripes, sounds like you had it rough during those times, actually no, you still have it rough,"
"How'd you know?"
"You're living with your mother, and you smell like fast food," Logan replied.
"Oh,"
"Any ideas on what to do now Lily?"
"Wish I had, Logan. Protocol says to meet up with a higher upper, but as far as I know, there's none,"
"So basically, you two are stuck here now are you?"
"Yup," she said. "Any ideas, ball boy?"
"Just this one," he said as a smile crept on his face.
"Remember to remind me to NEVER ask for ideas from you ever again,"
"Oh come on, you just can't expect to stay at my place without pulling your own,"
"It's your mother's place not yours,"
Jeremy somehow had convinced Lily to work with him at Colonel Chicken, a choice that she would regret for the rest of her life. And the ugly red, yellow collared shirt, chicken hat, and black pants uniform wasn't helping either.
"Whatever Blondie, like you had better things to do,"
She sighed. "I hate it when people are right," she thought.
Soon after the manager came over. "So Jeremy, making sure the trainee is working the cashier correctly?"
"Yes, sir," Jeremy said with a fake smile. "Lily is doing exceptional well,"
"Good, she's replacing you,"
"WHAT!" they both shouted.
"W-w-why?" Jeremy sputtered.
"Yeah, why? I'm only part time here you know," Lily added. "He's a full time employee, why does he have to go?"
"Look, Jeremy, even though I had you around here for some time now, the chain has been laying off some workers and sadly you were some of those workers,"
"Can't you do anything?" Lily asked.
"Sorry, this is out of my control. To make it up, I'lll add a bonus to your last check," and with that the manager walked away.
A dreaded silence filled the air.
"Well this sucks," Jeremy said after a while. "Don't blame yourself either Lil, I dragged yah into this,"
"Jeremy..."
Jeremy didn't answer as he walked off, leaving Lily by herself at the registers.
"Dammit!" she hissed as she slammed her hands into the counter. "I fuck things up as usual...what's wrong with me?"
Suddenly, three men armed with handguns stormed the restaurant. The first man headed straight for Lily and pointed his gun at her.
"C'mon bitch, give me the money,"
Jeremy sat in the employee room rubbing his face. Things couldn't get worse than this now could they? He let his hands slid down.
"Great, now I'm jobless," he said. "Ma, won't be too happy,"
He stood up and grabbed his bag. He was about to leave when a gunshot rang out.
"What the..?" he dropped his bag and got out his trusty bat. He only got a few feet out the break room when he found a gun right in his face. "Woah!"
He quickly ducked as the gun went off, barely missing his head. He quickly swung the bat and hit the gunner in the torso. The man recoiled in pain as he clutched his side. Jeremy used this to his advantage and cracked the bat against the man's head, knocking him out, hopefully, and not killing him.
"An armed robber...? Oh shit, I hope Lily is ok,"
He ran towards the registers, bat in hand, ready to pounce on whoever may have invaded the restaurant.
But he soon found out he didn't need to.
"Jeremy, I see you had to face off against one of these idiots," Lily said. The said woman was casually tossing a scalpel up and down and catching it. Off to the side was another robber, but he was pinned to the wall by a multitude of scalpels and his mouth was covered in duct tape. "If you're wondering, he's still alive. He just wouldn't shut up,"
"I'd thought your Hippo-crate-whatever rule was do no harm or something?"
"That rule only applies to patients,"
"Oh... but hey, how'd did you know I faced one of them?"
She pointed towards the bat. "Your bat's dirty,"
"So is that all of them?"
She looked back at the robber. "How much did you face?"
"Just one, why?"
"Uh oh, we still have one loose,"
"What! Where could he...oh... do we HAVE to?"
"Uh no, even though he's a dick, that doesn't mean leave him for the dead,"
"But do we..."
"Yes," she threw the scalpel at Jeremy, missing him by inches and hitting the wall behind him. "As much as I like seeing others suffer, I have standards," she said as she flicked her hand, another scalpel appearing. "Besides, we may just convince him to keep you,"
"Interesting day you two had," Logan said as he flipped through a book. "Too bad I wasn't there," the said wolf stayed back and helped out Jeremy's Ma around the house, though it was strange to see a large and intimidating figure be as gentle as a kitten.
"Don't worry, from experience, I can assure you Boston is not a quiet city," Jeremy said.
"We can tell from yesterday," he said. "Those lowlives are mere cannon fodder to what we usually fight,"
"I can tell, but did you really have to go all out? I mean you two look like you can take on an army,"
"You can say that..."
"Sup boys," Lily said as she walked in. "What are you two talking about?"
Jeremy almost fainted at the sight of Lily. While Jeremy explained what happened today to Logan, Lily opted to take a shower and apparently forgot to bring a shirt...and a bra.
"Jezzus woman!" Jeremy shouted. "Put some clothes on!"
Lily only blinked. "Oh right...I forgot that this isn't the base anymore,"
"Wait what?"
"We have unisex showers and dorms at the base," she said. "Unlike here where privacy is as abundant as trees, besides I thought you'd be the type that would want to see me without my shirt on, and I'd just do it and get it over with,"
"Uh, uh...I think I heard Ma call me..." his face was bright red as he ran out of the room.
She turned to find Logan slowly shaking his head.
"What?"
"Nothing," he said as he continued to read his book.
A/N: Chapter 2 done! Finally! Oh and something new I'm doing: I'm putting some bios for characters at the bottom now so keep reading for some info.
Lily Stormburg "The Doctor"
Age: ? (looks 35)
Height: 5' 7''
Weight: 129 lbs
Allied Bio: Lily is one of the many field medics that work for the Allies. She's extremely adept in both healing and hurting people. Though her methods are sometimes unorthodox, she is capable of completing surgeries even without the proper tools.
Logan Brady "The Combat Medic"
Age: ?
Height: 8' 10''
Weight: 739 lbs
Allied Bio: Logan is another one of the Allies medics, despite his size and physic, he has a kind soul and has a big heart. His medical expertise is only matched by his strength and durability. He often acts as a partner/bodyguard for Lily.
Why am I doing this...I should be studying and doing school work... but it's totally worth it.
Till next time,
-D.W
