Rogue

Chapter 3: Under Siege

"Wakey wakey!" I opened my eyes and jumped when I saw Storm's face staring back at mine. "How was your sleep?" he asked.

"Pretty good," I said, "can we get something to eat? I'm literally starving."

"Right," he said, "follow me."

                 As we left the room, I noticed that all the beds were empty; my roommates must've left for the day. Storm opened the door and immediately, I could hear conversation. The hall was full of soldiers dressed in all types of clothing. Most just wore a jeans and a t-shirt with a vest, but some men wore armor.

"What's everyone dressed up for?" I asked.

"For some reason, every stays in battle gear all the time," he said, "never asked why." Just as he was finished, a huge, lumbering soldier walked up to stop and slapped him on the back.

"What's up, Storm?" he asked with a booming voice.

"Not much," Storm replied, "nice seeing ya'." The man walked away and I turned to Storm.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"Oh," Storm said, "He's Roger, but we call him Roj. He's our squad Support Gunner.

"What do you mean by "our" squad?"

"Silly," he teased, ruffling my hair, "you're part of my squad now."

"Really?" I asked, "I don't even have a gun anymore."

"We can fix that after breakfast," he said, and led me into the mess hall. The mess hall looked pretty much like a middle school cafeteria, minus the school stuff. Most everyone had already ate, so the line was pretty short. Storm and I picked up a tray, got our daily rations and sat down at an empty table.  None of the food was fresh, it was either canned or dried. I didn't care though, it still tasted good.

"Oh my god," I said, "I was so hungry."

"Don't eat it too fast or you'll hurl. Also, enjoy it, it's the only meal Blood Clan supplies for you each day. You gotta find food for the other meals." 

"That's fine, I guess." Storm and I finished our meals, and then we left to go find what he called the arms dealer. In one of the hallways was a kiosk. Behind the glass counter sat a man in a beach chair. He had a comb over a wore a pair of aviator glasses. He wore a Hawaiian shirt that was much too small for him. He was reading a Porno mag; classy...

"How goes it, Stack?" Storm asked, rolling his eyes.

"Oh," Stack said, hiding his magazine, "Nice to see you Storm," his eyes shifted to me, "Say, who's the new kid?"

"His name's Sketch," Storm said, "picked him up last night."

"Nice to meet you," I said and reached out my hand. Stack looked back at Storm, not even looking at me.

"So, you here to buy or to sell?"

"Both," Storm said, "I'll give you what I have." He set his backpack on the desk and starting fishing through it. He pulled out a flashlight,  a hunting knife, a can of cat food,  and a stick of deodorant. He looked up at Stack. Stack did not look amused. Storm went back into his backpack and pulled out a bottle of beer and one flare.

"I guess this will do," Stack said, not sounding pleased, "what do you want?" Storm looked over at me and I looked at the glass counter.

           Inside of the glass display case were a variety of pistol, knives and axes. One axe in Particular caught my eye. It was a black Tomahawk. 

"I'll take the black Tomahawk," I said.  Stack set the weapon on the display case and looked back at me.

"Okay, thanks for your business."  Suddenly, Storm slammed his hand on the counter. 

"Bullshit," he said, "I gave you a lot of crap for that little Tomahawk. I think Sketch wants something else." I had never seen Storm act so intimidating. 

"What else would you like?" Stack asked after an intense silence. He had plastered a fake smile onto his face.  Knowing I could squeeze a little more out of Stack, I looked behind him at the Assault Rifles on the wall. One of the best looking rifles was an AUG.

"Is that AUG any good?" I asked. 

"It's a great gun," Stack said, he actually sounded passionate as he talked, "fires 5.56x45 and has a built in scope. That beast packs a punch." 

"I'll take it." He took the AUG from the wall and set it down next to the Tomahawk.

"Enjoy your new weapons," he said sarcastically.

"I will," I said and Storm and I walked away.  I was about to thank him for "buying"me the weapons when some guy ran up to us; his pistol was drawn.

"Storm," he said, "there's a whole horde at the fence!"

"Crap," Storm said, "Sketch, we're going to need your "hardware"!" We ran outside, and the guy wasn't lying. It was the horde that was after us last night. They had followed us back. A couple men were at the gate, stabbing at the Lurkers with spears and knives through the chain link fence.

"F*CK KNIVES!" Storm yelled, "OPEN THE GATES!" The guy in the watchtower gave Storm a crazy look and pressed a button. The men in front ran back to where Storm and I were and drew their pistols. Instantly, the men began to open fire at the horde who were now marching into the gates. "What are you waiting for?!" Storm said, "open fire!" I raised my rifle to my shoulder and aimed at a Lurkers head. I pulled the trigger, and the rifle kicked into my shoulder. The bullet passed through its head like a warm knife through butter.

                  I switched to Full-Auto and started to fire in short bursts. Lurker after Lurker went down. Bodies began to pile up on the ground. I was so concentrated on Storm's voice, I didn't hear him yelling at me.

"Sketch! Get out of the way!" I looked behind me and a pickup truck with a minigun on the back was speeding towards me. I stepped out of the way and it stopped where I once was. The man commandeering the minigun howled with glee and opened up on the herd. The bullets chewed through the Lurkers so easily, it was amazing. Chunks of flesh and blood flew through the air. In a matter of seconds, the horde was reduced to a large pile of chunky flesh.

"Well boys," the guy behind the minigun said, resting his arm on his weapon, "that's how it's done."

"I like it here," I said.