Chapter 3- The Others
"Hey Wake up, Wake up kid!" Someone had awoken me. I brushed my forehead and could see I had been sweating a lot. It was dusk which means I had slept for awhile now.
"Sorry, looks like I had dozed off for longer than I should have." I apologized to Mike who had been the one to wake me up.
"Bad dream? You were uh sorta tossing and turning there buddy." He had asked.
"You could say that." I had answered briefly. That was the third time in a row I had dreamt about my family. Usually I try not to think about, but it's the one thing that stays on my mind.
"Alrighty then? Brick wants to I troduce to everyone. Come on, and put some new cloths on, you smell. I got some cloths that'll fit you just look through them." Mike had instructed me holding his nose and making a fanning motion with his hands.
I looked down and saw I had some sweat stains on my shirt, I took a whiff of myself and he was right. I looked through some old cloths Mike had in his drawers. I was able to find a simple black t-shirt, a fadded blue hoddie, and some jeans with holes in them that actualy fit me. Mike lead me into the building from earlier.
There was alot more people than before, but it wasn't as crowded probably around like 15 more people then before. As soon as Mike shut the door behind us everyone locked thier eyes on us.
"Alright, everyone let's make this quick we don't wanna let those bastards get the upper hand while only three people are watching this place." Brick had annonced to the others.
"This is our new memeber Private Daniel Wilson. He's here to help us continue the fight against those bastards." Brick had introduced.
"This guy? Looks like he could bearly carry a 25 pound weight." A voice had criticized my appearance. The voice came from a well built guy wearing a black muscle shirt, and some army slacks. The most notable features were his green mohawk and the piercings on his face.
"Might as well use him as Ectro-bait." The man had said.
"Duncan, we need all the help we can get. Even if he lacks the necessary strength to fight. He still has the spirit that a lot of lack, escpecially you." Brick had defended me.
"Whatever." Duncan had uttered.
I waved to all the people in the room. Some of them looked happy to see a new face around the camp. Alot of them were sceptical and probably thought I would last a week.
"With that being said I introduce yourself soldiers, i'm gonna go see how the guards are doing." Brick had said leaving the room.
"Well then, Danny and I met before so, i'd likeyou to meet my partner Zoey." Gwen had introduced me to her friend.
"It's nice to have more people apart of the Resistance. The more the merry I always say." Gwen's partner had told me. She was about my height and was more perky and energetic than the way she appeared. She had dark red hair that was braided down to her back. She was wearing a faded black shirt with a single strapped napsack on her back. She had some skinny jeans with holes in them. The only thing that showed off her personality was a plastic flower in her hair.
"It's nice to meet you." I had eagerly said knowing that she was one of the kind ones around here. I looked around to see people keeping thier distant and simply conversating with each other.
"Well, because everyone is so rude to I introduce themselves. I'll just introduce them to you." Zoey had said and began to point people out.
"Let's start off with Scott over there. He's the mechanic and knows alot about the vehicles and fix up some of the old humvees laying around." She had said pointing out a a man with white skin freckles and orange hair. He was wearing mechanic coverall pants with a white shirt that was covered in what looked like grease and motor oil.
"His partner is Duncan over there. You guys got off on a bad note, he'll lighten up to you though. He's the weapon specialist, he tends to keep us stocked up in case of attacks and ambushes and imporvises with weapon part to create these crazy combonation weapons." She had explained pointing at Duncan.
"Those two over there are Noah and Courtney, they overlook the entire perimeter and help us plan attacks and ambushes against the other militaries trying to conquer us." She had explained pointing to a man with long hair and glasses wearing a lab coat, and a women wearing a muscle shirt and some tight cargo pants with a holister with a pistol inside.
"I appreciate you intoducing them, but I really wanna know. What's up with Mike?" I had asked her hoping to get an answer. Mike was kind enough, but would never speak unless spoken to and always kept his distance.
"Oh, Mike. Well he's kind of a drifter. Every since his partner was K.I.A. he's never been the same. He used to be so happy and helpful and volunteer for anything that none of us wanted to do. Ever since then, he only exits his cabin to play poker with the guys or whenever Brick needs him for something. I tried to help, but he always declines or ignores me. Hopefully with you, he can have someone to talk to." She had explained. I know how it fees to lose someone important, I kind of understand.
Everyone took off to continue what they were doing before. Hopefully, i'd to meet them again later on. It was me, Zoey, and Mike sitting together in the room. Zoey talked about how she owned the biggest vintage record collection in her town before this whole mess and went on about how indie she was before. Mike sat to himself across from us and drank some beers and would only speak in one word answers.
"You guys can sit and talk about who knows what, but i'm gonna go on the outside and look for supplies." Mike had said getting up from his seat when he ran out of beers.
"Let me go with. You could help learn you're routine." I had asked wanting to see why he really goes outside.
"No, i'll just leave ya hear. I can take care of myself. I don't need any stragglers anyway." He had said carrying a shotgun on his back and headed out the door.
Me and Zoey exchanged looks of concern on why he would just leave like that.
"I worry about him sometimes." Zoey said to me.
"I'll talk to him when he gets back. It's the least I could do for your kindness anyway." I said to her try to make her feel better.
"Thanks." Zoey said before leaving.
Hopefully I can get him to sit down and talk to me at all.