Louis' POV
"We are the Used. We have been chosen out of thousands of other people, to be the savior of the 27th century. Children and adults around the US are being helped currently. But, BE WARNED THAT WHEN YOU CROSS THE GATES YOU WILL SUFFER FROM EVERY DISEASE THAT FOLLOWS..."
I stopped listening after that. I've heard it one billion times already. Blah blah blah, you'll die... blah blah blah, you'll never survive. Hmmm... some hope that gives us. 'Some help you are...' I thought.
"Louis, come," Becca was standing next to a tall young looking man. Looked like he was my age. I'm 25. I wonder... "Louis!" I sighed and walked over. He smiled at me and reached out his hand.
"My name is Harry." His voice was so deep. "I'm your new partner." I shook his hand and smiled back. "We picked him up at the last place we evacuated. He's special..."
I cocked my head to the side. "Special? How?" I said looking him up and down. "He is gay." My inner excitement became my everything. I kept a strait face and said 'cool'. He smiled again and his dimples showed clearly. "Can't wait to get started." He said.
We began walking to the weaponry room. "So how old are you Harry?" I said climbing the ladder up to my stuff. I threw a bow and arrow down. He caught it and said, "I'm 22." I looked at him again before throwing a R.P.G. down with him. "Why do we need all this?" He asked putting the gun down after catching it.
"Zombies, are very... let's say dangerous for one. We need a weapon that is strong enough to puncture the skull. No normal person has these weapons. That's why the Used," I gestured to the both of us, "has em, and knows how to use them." He made a face. "What?" I said climbing down.
"Why are we called 'the Used'?" He said grabbing all the equipment. I looked at him and thought... why are we called the used... "I don't know. Maybe they call us the Used because they use us to evacuate towns and save them." He frowned. "Thought you knew everything." He smiled and s we began walking back to the cottage we get our AMO from.
Gun shots fired not to far away and screaming came from another cottage. We grabbed our guns and ran quietly to the side of the cottage we heard screaming at. "Ready for your first lesson Haz?" Harry nodded. I crouched down and looked through a window. Then after seeing it I aimed carefully. If you miss, we are all dead... remember what happened when you missed last time? I fired and got it in the dead center of its head. Get it? "Dead"?
"Always aim for the head, never miss." I said turning around. He nodded again and we went back into the cottage. "Sorry for all the questions but, why can't you miss? Why can't you aim for the head but accidentally shoot it's chest?" He said quickly. "Because, that's how I lost my last partner..." I said quietly. "I missed the shot and woke the zombie from its peaceful state."
"I'm so sorry, Lou. By the way, did you call me haz?" He asked. He sat down next to me. "Yeah, why? Don't like it?" He smiled a cheeky smile. "No I love it, it's cute." I sighed. "Cool, you have a nickname now."
I held out my hand. "Shall we?" I guided him to the training room. There was a bunch of moving targets. I grabbed my gun and aimed. I hit the center of the target on every one. Even the fast ones. He stood back in awe and loaded his gun. He took a breath and pointed to the target. Just as he was about to pull the trigger I shouted, "Mess up!" And he jumped and dropped the gun.
"What did you do that for?" He shrieked. "Always keep focus. Ignore the sounds to a point. Decide which noise comes from a zombie, and what come from a human, or car. But when I scream or yell, or even just me talking... and your about to take a shot, ignore it. Hear it, but don't listen." He raised his eyebrow. "So confused. How do you hear but not listen? My sister used to say that." I smiled. "Your sister is smart." He looked into my eyes. "My sister is dead." I looked back at him. "How did she die, if you are OK talking about it.." He sat down. "Long story."
"So how did she die?" I asked sitting down next to him. He sighed and looked at me.
"I was home. She was doing her homework in the living room. We just fought so I went to my room and cryed... she stayed down stairs and studied," He wiped a tear away. "Then I heard a bang at the door. I thought it was my dad so I went down stairs. Only to find the door with a crack in it. Then more banging... I grabbed a fire stick poker, and opened the door..." He started crying. I grabbed his hand and pulled him closer. "They all rushed in... one of them grabbed me and I pushed it off.. she shot it... and told me to run... so I ran, I was terrified.. but then, when I got to safety, I turned around to see that she wasn't there... and I never saw her again...
