The Mistwalker

Chapter 4

Milly had a dreamless sleep, but she did sleep through the night, at least she thought she did. When she awoke, the room was pitch black. She did panic for a moment, not remembering where she was, then it subsided as she started to think. She didn't know the time, and the barracks never had any windows, so she stayed cuddled up in her blanket.

She stayed like that for quite some time until she started to hear people whispering. Whispering turned to chatting, then the lights flipped on. They turned on like a warehouse. Each set of lights turning on a split second after one another.

"Oh for fuck's sake." Gorge mumbled from his top bunk. Milly couldn't blame him. The light change had blinded her for a moment. Time to start day two.

"Hi neighbor!" Omar greeted. He sure got up quick.

"Neighbor?" Gorge questioned groggily, still up top.

Milly got out of bed. "This is Omar." Milly introduced. "And this is Gorge."

"Friend of yours?" Gorge asked, peering over the bed.

"Yes. He also knows Sly as well."

"Well," Gorge jumped out of bed, "You can't have too many friends, right kiddo?"

"Um, y-yeah. Right sir." Omar stammer. Milly just shrugged.

"We can drop the sir." Gorge stated.

"Understood!" Omar replied. Gorge just rolled his eyes.

They met up with Sly near the front of the barracks. Sly was talking with a couple of others. He looked over to Milly and the rest, smiling. "Omar!" He greeted. "Making some new friends?"

"Trying chief" Omar admitted.

Sly came over and threw his arms around Milly and Omar. "We're starting to become one big family."

"So, what's going on?" Gorge asked.

"We're going to get some family breakfast. But have you two met Kristen?"

"Don't believe I've had the pleasure." Gorge replied.

A tall lady with brown skin, orange eyes, and long brown hair came around a bunk. She had a couple inches on Gorge while wearing a white winter outfit. "And it is quite the pleasure to meet you as well Gorge, Milly."

"Nice to meet you to." Milly replied. Ayman met up with the group and they left for the mess hall, followed by other groups from team six's barracks.

Outside was freezing. The morning sky was cloudy, but at least it wasn't snowing. They arrived at a mess hall that was pretty packed with people and that made Milly realize how large the place truly was. The place was bustling with people. Milly and the group got their meals, the same noodle concoction, and went to the same spot they convened at last time. They ate their meals while participating in some idle chit chat, until Malcom came up to the table. He wasn't in any military armor this time, just a black winter outfit. The outfit was still too nice to be mistaken for someone of equal footing as the rest.

"How's it going everybody?" Malcom asked and he got no response. "Hey Sly, is it possible for you to get everyone in your group to the Northwest courtyard around two o'clock?"

"How the hell am I supposed to keep track of time?" Sly questioned.

"Come on man, let's not be difficult. I'm sure someone has a watch or timepiece." Malcom suggested.