The Last Outcasts

II

The team went to the armory and stocked up on weapons and ammo. While they took care of that, I went and put my armor on. The chest piece was heavy. It was the same material as my limbs, and was merely indestructible.

We loaded into the armored BTR. We all sat down and I slid my helmet on. The outside of it was covered in the same material as my breastplate. There was no visible visor on the outside, making it look like I couldn't see out if it. On the inside, though, there was inferred, night vision, and target acquisition sensors that also enabled me to see through through slim objects.

The BTR started and slowly drove, picking up speed as the seconds went by. My convoy started to check and load all their weapons. Some looked at me like I was crazy. I didn't have a single gun on me. They must not have seen what I can do, what I'm capable of. Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever seen any of these people either. They looked like the remnants of a Spec-Ops team from before the Collapse. Maybe they were part of the "SEALS" that I read about in a Pre-Collapse book.

Someone started to talk. It was a whisper but my helmet allowed me to hear. "Why do we have him with us? He's one of them. A freaks show. He's unpredictable.." I looked up at him. He was right in front of me.

I spoke and my voice was filled with authority and it made the soldier sit up straight. "Simply because you need me. If there really are supernaturals there like the reports say. Then I'll be there to take them out. You're only there to cover ME. Understand Sergeant?"

The soldier shut up for the rest of the ride. The people around me stared at the soldier that I shut down. Then the truck flew up as an explosion boomed from outside. The vehicle hit an I.E.D.

The BTR flipped with everyone in it. I grabbed the seat I was on and stayed put. I watched as my convoy was tossed about. The truck landed on the ground and then slowly turned over as it balanced a resting place on its roof.

My mind was racing. How could a mine do that much to an armored vehicle like this? After a few seconds I let go of my seat and landed on the steel roof. I went to go check on the driver, he was dead.

"Killed on impact.. -sigh- What kind of mine was that? It was definitely an I.E.D. Who placed it there though?.." I mumbled to myself. When I looked around, everyone inside the truck was dead, except for me. My armor protected me from any kind of shock wave. And that definitely wasn't a form of explosive. How could I have not felt it though?

I kicked the ramp down and climbed out of the back of the vehicle and looked around. I was in a city all right. What was left of it at least. I started to walk around to the front of the tank and examined the front. There were no burn marks. I was right, it wasn't an explosive device. It was some sort of wave.

The real question is ,though, why couldn't I feel the impact. The armor protected me from damage, not shear force. I got back up on both feet and started to walk in the city. I took my helmet off and then reached to the back off my head and ripped the tracker from the nape of my neck and crushed it. I then slid my helmet back on. Time to go off the grid.

I kept walking down the destroyed roads and looking around. It was completely empty. "I was wondering when I would escape.." I take a sigh of relief. And then I heard a gun click behind me and I froze. I still had my helmet on, so I could see through my back camera, the barrel was pointed at my neck.

"On your knees! Now!" The figure behind me yelled. I reluctantly obeyed and got to my knees. I grinned a little. I could easily take the person out. I was curious to as what they wanted though. My legs hissing as the hydraulic system moved. The barrel jammed against my helmet. Even if they did shoot, it wouldn't do anything. My helmet would reflect the bullet back into the barrel and destroy the gun.

"Who are you? Where did you come from?" The voice sounded familiar, very familiar. My eyes widened when I realized who it was. I let my arms go down and in the process, I took off my helmet. I turned around still on my knees.

The woman stared at me. I figured it was her. Here eyes scanned me as if I was a ghost. "How ar- How are you alive?" I stood up and she lowered her gun and I held my arms out showing the prosthetics.

"I wasn't exactly being tortured. More of an experimental examination." I smile and walk closer. "It's me. Well, half of me at least. I'm alive." She crashed into me with a hug. I laughed a little and hugged her back.

It was a family reunion. Sort of anyway. She let go and stared at me. "How did you escape?" She asked with concern and curiosity. And I answered still wondering what actually happened. "It's a confusing story. I'll tell you later."

She looked behind her and strained to see the toppled truck. "Everyone died except me. It's weird. It's like it knew I was in there." I thought for a bit and then looked back at her. "You have a hideout?" I asked. "Yea this way." We both ran off into the Broken City.