Soby: An Oath of Peace and War

20: Pogoren (1)

Days 1-5

Hi, I'm the author, Mr_Normalist, as you know I play football, I can't write that much, I can't find the time. so please, be patient, thank you!

Day 1

Well here is, the building they have to stay in, Bret seems to plan to kill Tracker and his ex.

And yeah Everest seems to be liking it so far.

But here comes the real shit.

Bret seemed to find the radio Commander Tyson was talking about.

"It's gone to shit," Rocky yells as he stresses to fix the radio.

"Hey hey, it's ok." Bret comforts Rocky.

"We can fix it together, I promise." Bret's charm makes Rocky feel happy again.

"We are far from home, but we will make it." Rocky hugged Bret out of sadness.

Rocky started to cry, "It's okay, We can survive." Bret cooed at Rocky.

"Now can we do this?" Bret hands Rocky a wrench.

Rocky Nods, "Yeah, I guess so." Rocky felt better.

Marshall seemed to find a bed with a mattress, pillows, and wooden pallets as the bed frame.

"Guys? You might wanna see this!" Everest yelled with mild shock.

Bret ran, at least he saw what it was.

A man, who looked like he was in his mid-30s had taken his own life in the building and left a note.

"Dearest Daut, I Took my own life. I'm sorry. I know you are still alive battling everything almost every day. Please be strong, it's going to help you."

The rest of the note was bloody, but a name could be seen on the note, "Hans".

Bret looked at Everest, "Shit, first day and we find this, take note, we'll probably need to find the son of the dead dad."

Bret walked away, realizing that this wasn't the Pogoren he knew.

"Is the radio fixed yet?" Bret gelled across the room.

"No!" Rocky yelled back.

Bret walked to Marshall and handed the note to him.

"Remember this name, okay?" Marshall nodded

"Hans. Can you remember that?" Marshall nodded.

"Yes, hopefully," Marshall replied.

Bret looked out the window, "This isn't the Pogoren I know."

Everest got nervous, "Why am I the only girl on this fucking mission?!"

"Oh well, that's how it happened," Bret told her, being sarcastic.

"Shut the fuck up Bret, we know you like someone."

Bret laughed and shrugged, "I'm not saying anything right?"

"Now," Bret grabbed his rifle, "Where should we start?"

NIGHT 1

Bret went scavenging tonight he ran into a familiar face.

"Man, it's lonely at night, thank god I keep a knife with me." Bret felt something shove him.

He couldn't make out the face, "Hey, watch where you're going."

"Oh, I'm sorry that I bumped into you, maybe if you asked nicer... Bret." It was Chase!

"Shut the fuck up Chase, you should be dead." Bret grabbed his knife.