Days 15-20 (I skipped days 11-14 due to the timing of how long it would take. So all those skipped days were scouting out the warehouse and killing more soldiers. Enjoy the skipped part!)
(5 days before the ceasefire, winter started on day 12, it's been a harsh winter. To say the least.)
(Status:
Marshall: severely Ill, sad, Hungry
Rocky: Wounded, Sick
Everest: Depressed, Slightly wounded
Bret: Sad, tired)
DAY 15
Another night, another life was taken. Bret seemed to be fine with all the killing there was.
"Ah, death doesn't disappoint nor break me anymore, it's almost like a lifestyle I chose."
"Did you get the meds?" Everest coughed roughly.
"I stole them from a pharmacy, so yes I did." Everest hugged Bret out of despair.
"Thank you," Everest said muffled into Bret's shoulder.
"You're welcome. I did it for all of us." Bret chuckled.
The meds were given equally, the doses being small or big. Bret went to sleep, hoping to see his lover, Skye again. Maybe he'll be given an award for his bravery.
Marshall was visibly sick, but he was getting worse, both mentally and physically.
"We've gotta help Marshall badly, I don't want him to die." Everest sobbed.
"There's a hospital nearby. I'm serious, there is." Bret hoped to get Marshall's help.
"Can you get him there tonight?" Everest was still sobbing.
"Hopefully I can, but it's risky because I'm a wanted man." Bret groaned about that.
"What if I go with you? It'll look like I captured you, then you can take Marshall as well." Rocky asked, hoping for a miracle.
"That works. Let's hope it goes to plan." Bret got out of bed, grabbing his prototype.
"General Tyson, can you hear me?" Bret yelled at the radio.
"Hold... on... I got you. Can you hear... me at least?" He said hoping to make contact.
"Somewhat, yes. Your cutting in and out." Bret shrugged, but he got contact.
"Good... good... now, you have five days until the bombings, after the bombs... is the ceasefire itself. Keep pushing through. Tyson out." The general was dismissed from the radio.
Night 15
Bret coughed up a little blood, worried he wouldn't make it to the hospital.
"Shit, I'm getting worse. I need to get to the hospital, quickly." Bret limped his broken ankle.
With Rocky behind him, he was sure he could make it while carrying Marshall.
"Come on, we're almost there just a block away." Bret limped farther, almost collapsing in the streets.
A dead silence swept the streets, rather than the cold snow breeze. Bret coughed, seeing blood on his hand. Seeing this opportunity, he acquired the help of doctor Welker Jefimow.
"Help! We got wounded and injured, please we're kids! 16-year-olds to be exact!" Bret got weaker with every word. Holding on to Marshall's colder body, every second he was dying physically.
"Is doctor Jefimow here?" Bret asked, cold, broken, and injured himself.
A man replied, "Yeah second floor, room 208."
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Soby: An Oath of Peace and War
ActionSoby is a boy who is in his sophomore year in high school. Realizes he needs to become peaceful. But, Problems Arise as he Protects his Friends, Relations, and Reputation against the most scarring of events. Will he sacrifice everything he has? Or w...
