We are the last line of defense. The final hope. People call us by many things, but they do not know us as individuals. Sometimes they just forget about us as a whole.
But, that's just the way things work around here. Delicate military secrets stashed away in a remote location, usually an abandoned one.
It can get scary around here sometimes. The wounded are not uncommon, and undead roam with the oddest quirks you've ever seen. A single gunshot would never do. That life has become normal.
They come in waves. Sometimes we're forced to face giants quadruple our size, maybe even more. And if we fail, well, we don't know. It's never happened. We've gotten close before though.
But, the bond we've formed is probably the best thing about this all. It's been rough. Some come back wounded more than others, and Gladiator had to be sent home a long time ago. We don't know for what.
Each day out there, each hour, is a hope that we can leave the world better than it was. Saving towns and simple farmland. Everyone has suffered, even the ones who created the first zombies.
It feels like it's been forever since I got a break.
I may never get one again, but that is the price of war, isn't it?
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Admire (DJ x Commander)
FanfictionCommander. Quiet, composed, and usually prefers to stay isolated from the group. He holds many secrets, all different in nature. It's been like this for as long as he can remember. DJ. He's that one person in the group who's always there when you ne...
