Guidestar Combatants

The Dark Side of The Moon

Sometime during Reagan's thoughts about the events of his father's death, he had fallen into a restless slumber. The darkness surrounding him was thick, suffocating, and consuming. His mind was plagued with haunting memories, each one more vivid and painful than the last. But as the sun began to rise, its warm rays filtered through the thin curtains, gradually rousing Reagan from his troubled sleep.

At 7:00 AM, Jamie's gentle shake jolted him awake. "Look, Reagan," she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. "Get up and look, the sun is out!"

Reagan slowly opened his eyes, the brightness of the sun blinding him. He shielded his face with his hands, his voice slightly whiny as he rubbed his tired eyes. "I can't see, the sun is too bright."

But Jamie was undeterred, her energy infectious. "I know, isn't it great?" she exclaimed, bounding out of the room and into the kitchen, then the living room, before finally stopping at the door to Roxy and Colin's room. She threw open the door, only to be met with a surprise. Colin was on top of Roxy, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace.

"Sorry," Jamie said, quickly closing the door and scampering back to her bedroom. As she entered, she found Reagan putting on his clothes, a determined look on his face.

"I'm going to get supplies," he declared, his voice filled with determination.

Jamie wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close. "Please, come back before the sun sets," she pleaded, her voice laced with worry. "I love you."

Reagan felt something stir within him, a warmth spreading through his chest. He held her tight, feeling alive and loved in her embrace. Without any hesitation or doubt, he responded, "I will. I love you too."

They held onto each other for a few moments longer before Reagan pulled back and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. "You and Roxy be safe," he said, his voice filled with genuine concern.

"We will," Jamie promised, a small smile forming on her lips. "We'll make dinner when you and Colin return."

Reagan and Jamie shared one last hug before he grabbed his hoodie and headed out of the room. As he walked away, Jamie couldn't help but admire his strength and determination. He was a complex and intriguing character, with layers that she was still discovering.

Meanwhile, Reagan's mind was filled with a mix of emotions - love, fear, determination, and sorrow. But amidst it all, he felt a sense of purpose and a newfound desire to protect those he loved.

With a deep breath, he stepped out into the bright sunlight, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

The wind was bitter, biting into their skin like tiny daggers. Reagan and Colin trudged down the desolate street, their eyes darting nervously at every turn. Reagan's hand rested on the handle of his pistol, ready to draw at any moment. Colin's eyes were filled with determination, but also a hint of fear. They both knew they were in for a dangerous journey.

As they turned onto Florida Trail, Colin's question broke the tense silence. "So what kind of things are we looking for?"

"Guns, food, and even clothes if we can find them," Reagan replied, his voice hard and determined. "I have no clue how long we will be trying to survive this."

The house at 25 Florida Trail loomed ahead of them, massive and imposing. It looked like something out of a celebrity's mansion, and Reagan couldn't help but wonder who had lived there before the world fell apart. But they had more pressing matters to attend to.

Inside the house, they found a treasure trove of supplies. The fridge was stocked to the brim with food, and Colin couldn't hide his excitement. "Reagan, there is so much food in here. How can we keep it from spoiling?"