When life throws different people into the middle of an apocalypse and the end of the world approaches, it's a matter of survival for all of them.
This is the story of the survivors, those who have seen their loved ones die to protect them. The one...
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I didn't know what had brought two Venloria soldiers here, but it didn't look good. I thought it had something to do with Number Four. In two years, we'd never been spotted, and now these two poor bastards had found us. It hadn't taken much to knock them out. The frail one had needed a blow and the other had been a little more persistent. He'd tried to shoot me, but if the level of government troops matched that, we needn't have worried. His green eyes had been staring at me ever since I'd tied him to the metal post in the garage. They were back to back because I didn't want them to be able to communicate. That worried me to no end. I hoped for their sake that they would have the strength to escape, so that he could report to their leader how strong we were. But I didn't want him to take Number Four back with them. Lando had helped us a lot, after he'd fainted, he'd told us what he remembered. Not everything was clear, and to be honest, I was convinced he was hiding something. I hadn't been either, as we washed in the lake, I'd noticed a scar on the back of his neck. Quite a long one. It ran from the bottom of his hair to his first malleolus. I hadn't said anything to Daniel either, I didn't want to worry him. He'd obviously become attached to Lando's little curly head. Given the route taken by the two soldiers in red, it was surely for the worst.
"Are you going to hit me every time I say something you don't like?" That superior air annoyed me.
"I might, yeah."
"Max. He's not a prisoner. We're not as dumb as the F.I.A." Daniel was annoying me, too. We didn't have to be nice to these guys. "You hurt his feelings."
"So what, uh?"
I'd taken another step. Leaning slowly up to the face of the dark-haired man in front of me. His piercing green eyes had finally met mine. His cheek was still red from the slap, and his eye was starting to turn blue. He dreamed of giving me back my neck, I could read it on his face. Daniel had patted my back. He hadn't picked up on what the soldier had said, he hadn't said anything and that suited me. I didn't know how the guy had guessed, but the last thing I wanted was for him to report it to his superior. His friend had woken up. He'd put up a fight; he was much more sanguine than the other guy.
"Now that you're both awake... What do we do with them, Max?"
Footsteps toward the door, I had backed away from the soldier. My hand was on my gun. The man in front of me was looking back, and I could see he was worried it wasn't theirs. I'd thought it might be one of their team, judging by their uniforms, he was from the Rosso camp, the one with the prancing horse. I'd never seen them before. Even after all these years in the army, they were still on their side. The footsteps approached, and when I turned with my pistol, I saw Lando, his eyes wide and his hands in the air.
"Wow! Max! It's me!"
As my eyes fell on the two men, I realized they knew who it was. At least, the more tanned one had figured it out. I didn't like that; it wasn't a good sign.
"Who are they?" He pulled out his dagger, right in front of us, and put it to the chin of the darker one. "What's your name?" I'd never seen him like this; in the few days we'd been living together, he'd always been in a good mood.
