Soby: An Oath of Peace and War

16: Training (2)

Part two: Skills Training + The siren's call

(Continued from part 1, Rocky's POV)

I saw other soldiers run over to Nick's body. Addy cried over his body, "Not by beloved Nick, No!" After that, she tried to punch Bret, but she missed and Bret put her in an armlock.

Sure she surrendered, but Nick, our ally was dead. "Next is someone who wants me dead." Bret seemed to look around. No one wanted Bret to kill them.

After a couple of minutes of silence, I heard a scream that changed my life, "BRET'S MINE YOU DUMBASSES!" It was Chase! Bret turned around not knowing who was behind him.

Chase gave Bret a right hook to the face, Bret felt knocked out, what was he thinking?

*BRET'S MIND*

I knew I couldn't trust Chase, now I was left with a decision. 

Kill Chase or Spare him?

What do I know about killing? Everything.

*SNAP BACK TO REALITY*

Bret charged Chase with a Knife and stabbed him to death. With every bit of energy, he killed Chase and left him to rot.

Addy saw Chase, now Bloodied and rotting in hell. "Good, Chase is dead, I always hated him that clown went through-" Bret cut her off, "A fucking Brick wall?" 

Addy laughed at how Bret got the joke.

"ROCKY, EVEREST, MARSHALL, AND BRET, REPORT TO SKILL TRAINING!" The commander told us through the loudspeaker.

We all walked over, Bret covered in blood, Marshall and Everest holding hands, and I read "How to make tools, guns and Mobile workshops in a Warzone". What? I'm a bookworm AF. 

We finally arrived at the Skills training, Addy reached us as well, "What are you doing here?" Bret seemed confused. "The commander is making come with you guys in the Warzone. My skill is "Sneaking quietly. What about you guys?"

We all said our skills, "Wow those sound pretty gay if you ask me." Bret laughed it off as a dumb answer to a normal question.

"Welcome to Skills training. Here, we will show you how to use your skills in the field." The Commander showed our skills and what they were. Now, we understood how we would use them. 

"This is your skills trainer, Justin Jamison or J.J." The commander saluted.

"Thank you, sir. Now," J.J started, "With the abilities you have you must know that it means, Bargaining skills mean that barter prices are less expensive and more purchasable." 

He ended up talking about Everest's ability and then explained Addy's ability, "When your main Scavenger is sick or injured and needs a backup. Addy is the choice because she can sneak quietly but has less inventory capacity."

"Now the Main Scavenger is the person you all need to check on daily. Okay?" We all nodded. 

I thought my ability would be explained. I guess not. Then J.J explained by ability! Finally! I was the main builder of the entire group, the handyman of all sorts.

That's when I heard a siren going off. Bret ran to investigate and we didn't see him at all.

Bret's POV

This fucking siren went off for a reason, I need to find out why! I heard a gunshot and it hit me, Tracker's little gang or what's even left of those Idiots anyway. My Mask was concealing my identity, they didn't know who I was! 

My planned work! Just had to get buy them and... I've been shot, great. Luckily it was my left wrist, it looked grazed and stinging the hell out of me. I covered the graze in Gauze and left it to heal.

I heard very intimidating screams and yells of laughter coming from what was left of the gang.

"Help me!" I heard Ed. But it sounded distant and scared. I picked up the rubble off of Ed, "Thank you." He whispered. 

"Your welcome, where are the others?" I asked indiscreetly.

He pointed east and told me, "Death is ahead."

I nodded and screamed, "For the glory of my friends." I grabbed a gun, put in a 75-round drum, and sprinted like there was no tomorrow.

I shot every. Single. Bullet. At all of them. Screaming in anger, rage, and vengeance.

All the bullets hit were left of Tracker's gang. One by one, they all dropped, Blood everywhere. Maybe death is a coping mechanism. 

I looked back and saw everyone in shock, no one was moving. 

I asked, "Is everyone okay?!"

I heard a "Yes! Hurry back!" From someone

I ran as fast as I could holding my wrist, making sure I didn't bleed out from my left wrist. I heard more sirens but then they stopped. So quick that, even if my head is static. That's when I talked in silence.

I asked, "Hello? Is anyone there?"

I heard a response back from Rocky, "Bret is that you?"

"Yes. It's me!" I yelled back.

"Okay," Rocky started. "Check this out!"

I ran to them and saw Marshall, knocked out, he wasn't waking up. Was he dead?

"Marshall?" Everest asked broken down. He wasn't waking up.

*FLASHBACK TO MARSHALL, EVEREST, AND ROCKY* (It's in third POV)

Rocky was shooting the members when Marshall was hit by a gunman with a pistol, his skull felt broken, and blood gushed out. 

Was he dying? They didn't know if he even was alive or not.

Marshall woke up, blood all over his face, he stood up, but fell back down. With nothing to hold, Marshall took one last breath, trying to hold on for dear life.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

I remembered that Marshall could be alive, but he didn't look alive, paler, and probably dead.

"What happened again?" Marshall spoke. Everest cried sure. But I couldn't tell what he said.

"How are you still alive?!" I yelled confused.

"Blood flow and clots in the head area," Rocky responded.

"No, he would be dead by then!" I was confused, thinking about how he was still the fuck alive!

"No need to argue over being alive and whatnot." I sighed deeply, thinking about my life choices.

Skills training was over, Marshall was getting his head full of stitches. That sounds like fun!

I went back to our tent Bloody, Guilty of murder, and full of disbelief.

It was about night prime when the tent opened up, of course, it was Everest and Marshall, healing and going to bed.

I had a journal that I named "Gerald the grazer", he was a great journal, but I don't know why I kept him.

I looked at Rocky, "Did we sign up for something terrible?"

He looked back, "I think so Bret, I think so."

I wanted to fall asleep and I did, only to hear a radio frequency and the tone of silence. That's it.

I heard a sound I couldn't stop hearing gunshots and screams of terror.