So We Meet Again

Jaimie

Jaimie p.o.v.
5 months later.

It jas been five months hard training, and I can barely remember anything before this. All I feel nowadays is numbness, and I can't remember the last time I smiled. Everyday I become stronger, but also more distant. I fear that I might become a robotic slave in almost no time, but then again, I already am.

For five months I have been learning to fire guns and repair armour. For five months I have been taught no to make friends, or become attached to anybody. For the past five months I have been learning to forget the aching in my muscles, and turn my pain into power. I am no longer human. I am simply a surviving being jn this war.

I can barely remember Amanda, but I get occasional flashbacks which cause me to relapse into a fit. But everybody has been taught not to care. If I die, I die. But I have not died yet, not fully. My brain has been dying for a long time, though. Everyday my insides die more and more, until I have none. Until I am nothing but a shell in a suit of armour.

I feel like I am the last to transition into this being. Everyone around me already walks around like a brainless zombie. They are not intelligent, but they are killing machines. And that is all they need from us to win this war. But I still feel human in some ways. I still feel hungry, and I still breathe.

But most importantly...

I miss Amanda.