F.A.Q.

1. Does TD exist in this universe?

No. The characters all meet by chance.

2. Does Mike have MPD or had MPD before?

No. He has not.

3. Are they all the same age?

is 18. Mike, Gwen, and Zoey are 20-22. Duncan and Courtney are 24. Brick is 27. Scott is 29. And, Noah is 32. More Character to appear in future chapter along with thier ages.

Hopefully, this answers some of your questions. You have anymore feel free to ask. I'll answer them in the next chapter, anyway enjoy the story.

Chapter 4- Training Day

I sat on my bed in my room awaiting the return of Mike from whatever he was doing. I felt like a concerned parent who let there child go out with friends and was waiting for them to assure they were safe.

I looked down at the alarm clock on Mike's drawer, 2:45 A.M. I wonder if anyone else notices where he goes and if he's even gone. I heard aloud stumbling from outside and what sounded like burping before the door slammed open. It was Mike. He smelled like your typical drunk, but somehow didn't act like one; No shambling, no blurting out random words, no expressing of held back emotion. Just acted like he usually does.

"Sup, why are up so late?" Mike had asked looking at me with his red blood shot eyes.

"I was uh... waiting for you." I had answered back.

"Well, better get used to sleeping next to an empty bed cause I don't do much sleeping or hangin around this place at all." He had assured me not to wait up for him.

"Look, we need to get on some ground level if we're gonna be out on the field together." I tried to get his attention. His face had a bland expression and tired look.

"Don't you need training first before you head out there?" He asked.

"Ya, but..." I said trying to come up with an excuse to talk to him. I sighed before just coming out with what I really wanted to say.

"Here's the thing, Zoey kinda wanted me to talk to you. Plus it looked like you needed some time to unwind." I had try to sound sympathetic towards him. His expression changed to one of anger and he let out a loud grunt.

"Look, I don't need some therapy session form some 16 year old, i've had pleanty those before, i'll tell you that." He said trying to avoid talking to me at all.

"Hey! I just turned 18 not to long ago, plus you don't have to get so offensive." I said, which obviously offended him.

"Well, Congratulations for you buddy. Welcome to adulthood, where the world just completely fucks you over and people stop caring about you and your problems" He had yelled flailing his arms around trying to prove his point.

"I care, and i'm pretty sure Zoey does more than anyone else. You just to go over and talk to someone." I had said trying to calm.

"I don't need anyone. I'm fine on my own. I always have been." He said more calm than before.

"Is this about partner? Cameron is it?" I had asked since his partner was mentioned alot by the others and the sound of his name made Mike uneasy. He grew angry again when I mentioned his name.

"Don't say that name again!" He snapped at me for mentioning it.

"You can't hide behind the bottle forever. Just tell me what happened." I asked trying to know what happened to his partner. He was still angry, but he let out a loud sigh and sat across from me to talk to me.

"Two months ago, Me and my partner went to investigate a shopping ville not to far from here. It was reported to have high activity of Korean soldiers. We needed to go in see what there intentions were and get out. Simple right? We went in with some of thier gear and an old humvee Scott fixed up. Luckliy, my partner studied different languages so all I had to do was stay put while he took care of getting us in. We blended in with the other and meet up with one of the generals who was in charge of that operation. We were in the clear and taped everything they were talking about to send back to brick and the others. After thier general had explained what he did my tape recorder had went off and started repeating what he just said. We were screwed, so we ran for it. We were surrounded by gunfire and thought we'd never make it out alive. We hid in one of the stores in the ville. We were surrounded and outnumbered. He suggested that he would destract them and meet up with me later on. I agreed and he went in guns a blazing while i slipped threw the back of the store. As I ran out the store and into our humvee, I could hear the gunfire cease and on of the soldier say something. At that moment I knew, what had happened and drove away." Mike had explained. He seemed depressed after talking abou it and I felt bad for asking now.

"If it wasn't for my fucking tape recorder he would still be here and...DAMMIT!" He screamed. I stayed quiet for awhile and then proceeded to comfort him.

"I'm pretty sure he wanted you to go off and knew what he was getting himself into. He just wanted you to get out of there." I told Mike patting him on the back. He stayed quite for awhile and went off into his bed.

"Look, Brick told me your traing begins at 7:00 sharp. You might wanna get some sleep if you don't wanna get there droopy eyed and half asleep." He said getting into his bed and pull the covers over his body.

Well, that was probably the most taliing he's done in a long time. At least he talked and didn't completely blow me off. I didn't sleep much after that just layed in bed thinking about what Mike had told me. He blames himself for his parnter's death and doesn't like to explain it to anyone.

I was woken up by the alarm clock and a knock on the door and a famalier voice.

"Ready for your training, soldier?" Brick had asked letting himself in.

"Ready as I'm ever gonna be, I guess." I told still nervous about being in a freedom fighting anarchy army.

"Well, come on soldier. Your training awaits!" He said and began marching outside.

Our training started with a 5K run to the obstacle course, which was hell enough. I haven't ran this much since I was in school almost a year ago. Once we got there, I went through a whole military grade obstacle course like the ones you see in army movies. I completed a 5 minute obstacle course in 15 minutes. Ya, it was that bad. It didn't help that Zoey was constantly yelling in my ear whenever I got tired or stopped for a breather. Brick my stamina wasn't so good, but my potential was. Woo-pee. That sarcasm by the way. Well, on to the main focus of today. Firing a weapon. We went to the firing range where Duncan was in charge.

"Well, the obstacle course was to see how physcically fit you are. Which wasn't much, but this is what really counts, if you wanna survive out there You have to learn to fire a gun." Brick had said assuring me how importat this was for survival.

"Alright...this shouldn't be so hard." I said stillpannting and out of breath from early.

"Let's start off with something with no kick. Ah ha, an M1911 colt handgun should be good." Brick had said placing the gun in my hand. Thi was the first time I ever held a weapon, and it was intimidating.

"I don't know I think he might go flying back." Duncan had commented and began to laugh to himself.

"Don't listen to him, this thing is no problem." Zoey had said grabing the gun from my hand and began to shoot with one hand and tossing it around as if it was a toy. I was in awe on how she could do that.

"Damn." Were the only words I could utter.

"Just firmly place both hands on it, point at the target and pull the trigger." She said to me handing my the gun.

Alright you can do this, just point and shoot right? I pointed at the piece of paper with a mugger on it and began to shake a bit. My palms were sweaty and I was nervous.

"Are you gonna shoot or what, sticks?" Duncan had already given me a nickname.

So after more of just staring at the target. I finally did. I was able to get a head shot on the target first try. The others were just as excited as I was.

"I...I did it. Heh." I said laughing of excitement.

"Not bad kid, I underestimated you. Nice one." Duncan had congratulated me.

"See I knew you could do it!" Zoey had said happily while giving me a friendly hug.

Brick didn't say a word during this. At first I thought he was unimpressed at this until I saw him walk over to the target and pull it off from where it was hanging.

"First Shot." Mumbled to himself.

"Ya it was ok, but yo prob..."

"Headshot, on your first shot." Brick had interrupted what I was going to say.

"Nobody here has ever gotten a headshot on thier first shot before. Not even me." He said amazed at what I had done.

"You're done for the day. Nice shotting today, private.' He had dismissed me and saluted me and I saluted him back as best as I could.

As I was walking out with Zoey getting ready to knock out on my bed, I could over here Duncan and Brick.

"You still think he's worthless?" Brick had said to Duncan.

"Not gonna lie, he impressed me. You were right about this kid he's got something none of us have." Duncan had answered.

"I could feel it, after the 12 week training he's gonna one of the best damn soldiers we ever had." Brick had assured himself which made me feel special.

"Not as good as me though right?" Duncan said jokingly.

"Sure Duncan, sure." He said as they shared a laugh.

Me, special? Heh, who woulda thought? Wait? 12 weeks of this? Man, this is gonna be a long 3 months.