The End of Days

[6]

Liam lunged from his sleep, ramming into a body that had been shaking him awake.
"Wh- I'm fine."

The words left his mouth although he was shoving at the hands, attempting to stand in his panic. He felt drenched in sweat and he'd hardly register that the redhead was trying to calm him down.

"Hey!" Cam called again, slowing him finally. He took a second to catch his breath, eyeing his hands that couldn't stop shaking. Oh that fucking dream. He sighed, dropping his face in his hands.

"Sorry." He said.

"It's cool. You okay?" He nodded in response, looking around anxiously. Liam's eyes slid over to dark ones and of course Sam had to catch his freak out.

They'd all slept in the living room last night, Cam insisting he sleep on the mattress he pulled from a bedroom which replaced the coffee table between the two couches where him and Sam had slept.

He'd never talked in his sleep before, maybe it was just with these new nightmares that had been occurring. Maybe he'd been screaming or kicking his feet like a dog. He forced his eyes away when Sam didn't, pushing to stand.

"I'm fine." He shrugged off the comfort, grabbing up his bag and making to get himself ready for the day. Shit happened, it wasn't a big deal.

His bag dropped before him in the sink and he wished he could wash the crappy morning from his face but that wasn't possible. He went at some of the wipes before changing and attempting to brush his teeth which was always a trying task during the collapse of society.

He was out a moment later and as causious as Cameron tried to be and the way Sam stared like he was suicidal or something, he made it clear that he was ready to get to work.

The next week was pretty much just training 24/7. In the morning they practiced some basic hand to hand combat and how to protect yourself in an emergency. Sam also threw in some ivasive maneuvers in case of close quarters with one of the infected.

After lunch were weaponry lessons. As excited as Cam was to pick up wielding a bat like the redneck; and Liam would admit he was excited to finally put his sword to use, Sam refused to bend.

Handguns were the quickest and most efficient source of protection whether it be the dead or alive. He had them practice their positioning, how to properly hold, load, and fire. Sam would correct the redhead boy when he attempted to single hand the weapon.

The other guns would have to wait is what he'd said. Then as night came and the sun went down, more of the infected would imerge. They barred down inside the house, voices dropped to whispers.

Sam would disassemble their weapons before reassembling and repeating until they began to pick it up. They were taught how to handle the clip, how to perform maintenance or even clean, what to do incase of a jamming.

"How'd you learn all this?" Cam awed.

The guy opened up some about his dad and the shop he'd help him run while he grew up. Everything from fishing bait to home repair tools to an entire assembly of guns. Unsurprisingly he'd spent most of his childhood fighting and knew how to empty a round before he could even start his first day of school. Liam smiled a bit, his assumption was pretty on point.

"That's awesome man. The closest thing I had to that was woodshop maybe. Liam you remember for like 2 months last year they had that class and it was so overcrowded they had to shut down because it was taking all the kids from other electives."

"I remember that Andrew dude sawing off the tip of his thumb." Liam retorted which caused a laugh from Cam who fumbled with the bullets in his fingers, weirdly amused at the thought.