PROJECT ANDERSON

CHAPTER EIGHT: SARGE

Andie and Dorian were in the storage room while I stood guard outside.

I didn't trust him as far as I could throw him, but based on what I saw earlier it probably wouldn't be that far.

"Is everything alright in there?" I asked when I didn't hear them.

"Shut up!" Dorian growled from inside the room.

"Hey what's going on in there?" I asked as I tried to open the door, but it was locked again.

I pulled out the key and put it in the lock and turned the knob.

"You selfish Bitch!" Dorian growled again, this time more guttural than before.

And then I heard three loud pops and a thump.

my first thought was that Dorian had found a gun and shot Andie, but when I opened the door...Dorian was laying on the floor...dead and Andie was holding a rifle to her shoulder.

"You shouldn't have called me a bitch." Andie said before grabbing a bag and a handgun. "Are you ready to go?"

"What the hell happened in here?" I asked as she walked out of the room.

"I took care of it." Andie answered before heading down the hall.

"Andie, why did you kill him?" I asked as I caught up with her.

"It was either him or me and I chose me." Andie answered with a shrug. "Besides it was going to happen eventually."

"How long were you together." I asked softly.

"Since we were seventeen...I really know how to pick 'em." Andie said with a small laugh.

"I'm sure he wasn't always like that." I said with a small frown. "That wasn't him."

"I know that, but even if it was we wouldn't have made it much longer."

"Why is that?" I asked as we turned the corner.

"It doesn't matter now, I just want to find Ashichu and get the hell out of here." Andie said, she sound exhausted.

"What about Timothy?" I asked remembering the baby in my backseat.

Andie froze for a moment before turning to look at me.

"Tim Tim is not my son...and his father is gone now, so I guess you are going to have to figure out a way to take care of him; because I can't." Andie answered with a far away look in her eyes.

"I see." I said not wanting to push it any further. "So I guess we know who you are now...Ally."

"I'm not sure I'm Ally anymore." Andie said before looking away from me. "There's something wrong with me Sarge."

"I know, but once we find where they are keeping the cure all of this will be over." I said confidently.

"I think it will be best if we split up, that way you can find your daughter." Andie offered softly.

Even though I didn't want too I had a feeling she wouldn't let me decline it, so we split up when we found the containment units.

I went down the left side of the hallway while Andie went to the right.

But I couldn't get rid of the feeling that she was hiding something from me...like what the hell was a cure incubator and what did it have to do with what was happening to her.

I would have to question her further later, right now I had to focus on finding out what they did with my daughter since they had taken her out of my wife before they infected her.

I figured they did that or since Mary-Beth was two months away from giving birth they waited for her to do so.

But there is no way of knowing if my daughter was even alive or uninfected.

But my hopes were high and I was determined to find her.

She was all I had left and I wasn't going to let them take her away too.

We had been planning for her for years...since our wedding night...it was a miracle Mary-Beth even got pregnant, since we where so late in "breeding" age...at 39 and 40 respectively and with me being gone for months on end for work.

We were looking forwarded to starting this new chapter of our lives together, but they ruined that.

I never intended for any of this to to happen...they told me very little about what they were actually doing here, but I didn't think that it would go this far.

I never wanted to be in this position in the first place...

Being in the military wasn't my dream, but my father left me with very little choice in the matter.

Growing up I would listen to my mother cry every time my father was deployed. That's why I promised her that I would never join the Army.

When he was home it wasn't much better...the yelling and screaming from them both was horrifying to me as a young child.

Don't even get me started on the military training drills he made me do when I "misbehaved".

Daddy, stick to the story. - Lilly-Bella

Right sorry...I walked down the halls frantically, trying desperately to find where they hid my daughter. Every room I passed was empty and from all the blood that covered the place that wasn't without a fight.

I hadn't seen so much blood in my entire life...not even on the deadliest battle field.

It was smeared, splattered, and pooled everywhere.

How did this happen so fast?