Dad, Uncle Pyro, Uncle Engineer, and I jumped when we saw Uncle Soldier and Uncle Demo, as we never expected them to survive. When they entered the staff room, Uncle Demo pulled up the front of his kilt, and shouted "Kaboom!", giving everyone else present a view of his two best friends.
Uncle Soldier and Uncle Demo related to us how they survived their supposed suicide mission. Going further into the weapons facility then the rest of us, they gibbed any zombies they encountered. Upon reaching the heart of the facility, they found a storeroom of explosives. Uncle Demo filled it with stickies, and both men exited the building. When they got out, Uncle Demo detonated his stickies, promptly realising that he was too close. Aside from some slight scorching that Uncle Engineer's dispenser took care of, both men escaped unharmed. They guessed that we would head back to his house, and so attempted to meet up with us there.
It was, as everyone else in the room will agree, extremely fortunate that Uncle Soldier and Uncle Demo passed the staff room of Heights School.
We talked until quite late that night, only stopping when Uncle Engineer stated that we should be getting some sleep. He was right, considering the day that we'd had.
1st August 1987
I awoke to dad shaking me. He usually woke up quite late after he left RED, but this morning, he was up at seven. The other mercenaries were beginning to stir, and we began our journey back to Uncle Demo's home.
We walked for hours, not reaching the prefab before one in the morning, mainly due to a rather large Russian. Mum was in presumably in bed, and that's where most of us wanted to go. However, Uncle Medic heard something outside of our rather tired and noisy footsteps. Uncle Soldier and Uncle Engineer, both of whom had torches, flashed them around. What we saw made us all stiffen, and Uncle Soldier and Uncle Engineer turned their torches off.
Zombies had found Uncle Demo's home. And mum was one of them.
Our tiredness was gone, and replaced with the desire to get to safety. We slowly and quietly moved away from Uncle Demo's house. About an hour later, we stopped somewhere in the White Sands National Monument, and slept there for the night, with six of us doing an hourly watch.
2nd August 1987
At around eight in the morning, we went back to Uncle Demo's house, with guns loaded and ready to kill zombies. Upon arriving, Uncle Heavy went on a mowdown similar to that we witnessed a few days ago. Uncle Engineer and Uncle Soldier cleaned up the surviving stragglers, and those hidden in Uncle Demo's house. Dad shed a tear as he passed the remains of the zombies, knowing that one of them used to be his wife.
When Uncle Soldier and Uncle Engineer rejoined us, Uncle Heavy asked what we should do. Dad came over to me and started shaking me, repeating my name, as if waking me from a slumber. It must have been the grief.
It was more or less at this point that I awoke. I was back in my bed, and dad looked like he had just been shaking me awake. I sat up, and realised that I was about six years old again. I asked him what had happened about the zombies, and why I was six years old. He said that I was six because that was how many years I was on this planet, and there had never any zombies. He paused, and then shook me affectionately. He spoke again.
"You've got a little brother, Aine. Your mother and I have decided to call him Bartley."
I think I saw the future in my dream. I have no idea why, but it seems to fit everything so far. I'll see if things pan out as they did in my dream.
A/N That's the end. Please rate and review.