Penguins of Anarchy III: Edge of Disaster

One

Dreemo's heart pounded. His breath came shallowly. He had let Drake get the upper hand, and now his uncle stood over him, staring into his soul with his cold, hard gaze, pressing a pistol against Dreemo's forehead. "Nice try, Dreamer," Drake said darkly. "No one who gets in my way lives to tell about it."

Dreemo closed his eyes. There was no escaping it now. He was going to die, at the hands of someone he loved like a father. He should have known he shouldn't trust anybody. Isn't that what Camo had tried to tell him?

Drake was suddenly distracted by something Dreemo couldn't see, and Dreemo took this opportunity to take out his opponent and not hesitate to kill him this time.

Dreemo lunged at the attacker, drove him to the cold concrete ground, and was about to knock his intruder's lights out when he realized it was Sam, who had come to wake him up.

Dreemo let out a sigh of relief. For nights now he had dreamt of Drake shooting him or killing someone he loved. This time was different, though, because Dreemo had gotten the chance to fight back, to defend himself from being hurt by Drake again.

Even though he had still lost.

Dreemo's hesitation allowed Sam to grab him by the collar of his t-shirt and toss him off of himself. "Good morning to you too," Sam said dryly. "Glad to see you got some sleep." Sammik, a black penguin with spiky yellow hair, was Dreemo's best friend from childhood. A brave soldier and relentless fighter, Sam never backed down from anything. Lately, though, he had been especially concerned with Dreemo's health, and was almost surprised that Dreemo hadn't already been awake when he got out of his own bed. "I would've let you sleep in, but I wanted to make sure you weren't dead," Sam added half-seriously.

"Thanks for your concern," Dreemo growled. He had just gotten to sleep an hour ago. It was now six in the morning. Dreemo could hear his other six roommates rising from sleep and preparing to make breakfast.

Dreemo and Sam pulled each other to their feet and stepped out of Dreemo's room into the central living area, which featured a large table in the middle with ten chairs—one for each member of the task force, though Drake and Felly obviously weren't around anymore. Dreemo and Sam's teammates were busily preparing for breakfast, having hooked the power in the bunker up to a generator and installed a refrigerator.

"Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty," one of Dreemo's buddies remarked. He had brown skin and darker brown spiky hair, and was named Riker2219326, one of the most laid-back, but eager to fight, members of the task force.

"You sure you don't need more rest?" another one of Dreemo's teammates asked. He was older and more experienced than anyone else in the task force except Drake and Camo. "You look terrible," he added frankly.

"Thanks, Fragnile, but I'll manage," Dreemo replied weakly. "Not like I'd be able to fall asleep again anyway."

Colonel Fragnile233 looked into Dreemo's black eyes in concern. Fragnile was in his mid-forties, tall, thickset, with a booming voice. He had dark green skin and black hair chopped in a buzzcut—a model military officer. He was the only father-figure Dreemo had left, considering his true father was dead, Camo was a depressed drunk, and Drake had betrayed him and was now behind enemy lines.

Dreemo began to reach for the refrigerator door when another friend of his grabbed him by the shoulders and led him to a chair. "Don't worry about breakfast, Dreamer," the penguin with dark blue skin and spiky orange hair said. "Riker will make something for you."