Vesper (Curfew #2)

•1. Ambrosia•

I zipped up the protective body suit they gave me. It fits perfectly. Arthur was right before; we're somewhat becoming like the Avengers.

"You ready?" Frank asked me. I nodded at him.

"I just hope that I could move smoothly in this." I nervously said, touching the tight parts of the suit. Frank came over to give me a kiss on the cheeks.

"You'll do great, I promise. I'll stay with you." he said. Having a 29-year-old Marine 'friend' sounds pretty weird, right? Especially if you're only 17 and have weird abilities and have zombie immunity. Joking, I love Frank very much.

Twelve hours ago, we celebrated Astra's birthday. We locked our door in case someone decided to interrupt her party. Thomas and Jasper baked her a legit cake. It's half-green and half-blue. We made her so happy that the party almost lasted until 3 in the morning.

Now, jumping back to the present, we're off to go to France along with Thomas, Astra, and Nicholai. There's a 33% chance that George Mosiac would be there, low but it's still worth the shot. We could save the subjects he brought in there.

The past two days gave us a lot of changes. This suit makes me look like an adult and I don't even liked it. Frank looks good with it though. Astra looks like a tiny racer. Thomas and Nicholai nailed it too.

General Sanders wasn't kidding about giving us the full equipment we want. He gave Astra an even more advanced laptop, the ones they use here in the Resistance building, as a gift. She can now hack anything across the world. He made the little girl very happy. As for us, we get high military grade weapons. Of course, I'm still going with melee, but I couldn't refuse the guns they were giving us. I might need it.

The first jet left. Remi and his groupmates; Jasper, Arthur, and Grant were all headed to Germany. We went through Hell getting to this airport. The horde was just as many as the horde in the theater last time. Good thing we have support and that there were no casualties.

The damaged left by the storm was horrendous. Lots of fallen trees and unwanted debris lie along the road on the way here. There were some zombies too, of course. We can't miss them.

Finally, we were asked to board our jet. I hugged Tywin and Lucy, my first ever companions. I still can't believe that we're going to separate ways.

"Take care." Lucy said.

I pulled back and smiled at her, "You too." I said.

I gave Tywin a playful punch and I waved at Oliver. Holly and Miles were talking to each other, so I didn't bother. I turned and walked in the jet.

It's not the fancy jets celebrities use when they're on tour or just traveling. It's a military jet where seats are attached to the sides only and there's a big space in the middle (maybe where they put big boxes or crates). Nevertheless, the inside looks boring. I sat down and buckled two seatbelts on, forming an 'X' over my body. I guess it's supposed to protect you when plane crash happens. I hope not. Frank sat next to me on my right and Astra on my left. I hate it in here but at least I'm surrounded by people I love.

"We're taking off in 3." said the pilot. We don't know anyone else in this jet, but they were given an order that they should follow us. This group is our platoon troop. Our squad. There's thirty of us. The troops who are with us were all trained in special operations. I think that means they're pretty good at shooting and evading at people. They're pretty nice to us.

The jet took off and I stayed still. This thing doesn't take off like a plane. This one is harsher. But by the time we were in the air, the flow of flying was steady, almost as if we weren't moving at all. The only window in the jet was the one where the pilots are. I don't really know about planes or jets, so please excuse me.