Evelyn
I woke up to the usual sound of Nolan's voice. He was my eye when I couldn't see on ground and a voice when I felt alone. I know his voice all too well. Every hitch and every crack, "Pack up."
He must be watching the raiders behind me. I have to stay ahead of the main wars; I was the scout.
I ran through every path and every obstacle so the soldiers didn't have to. My job was to find and evade the small enemies so the soldiers don't have to waste there time. Really, I was the one fighting the war. I searched for scouts of our opposing side, and once in a while was a scout myself.
I gathered my stuff into my army-sized backpack. A regular eighteen year old wouldn't be able to carry more than half of this for more than a mile. But I wasn't regular. Only specials can become scouts. Too different to be... What word do they say?... Molded into a soulless solider.
I wiped the sweat from my forehead. The sun blazing from all sides.
Then I heard something. I dropped the camping compartment and threw out my pistol. I squared off and waited to hear the noise again. But only the crickets and prairie life seemed to be with me.
I turned to get my pack but ran into a brown, sweaty top. A man. It seemed like forever just standing there smelling the weird sweat; like I took away all my training instead of jumping into action. But before I could look at his face, I quickly reached for my pistol in it's holster.
A twinge if pain jolted up and down my back as I hit the ground. The grass was unfocused and blurry. I spit some blood and tried processing what happened. That guy hit me.
"Evelyn! What happened..." Nolan shouted in my ear before I passed out.
