Killing Us Slowly

Chapter 5 Part 3: Famine

It's time to bring my wrath upon the world.

It will crumble under the sheer pressure of the carnage that it itself had made.

It created the hand that gave death, it will now die by its own hand.

I am the instrument of destruction, the world will see its own demise.

Now once it has been destroyed, I will rebuild it in my own image.

This is my creed.

I am the Apocalypse.

Sierra's POV

"Hey, at least now I am back on training, isn't that better?" I asked, after finishing another training simulation.

"Yeah, but your timing still could use some improvements," Eden said as she took to the floor with a datapad in hand.

"Well, it can't really be helped. I am still recovering," I said sadly. These wounds, while no longer fresh, carried an emotional weight with them, as if my heart had been pierced and could not longer heal itself.

As if a dam inside my heart had been burst.

"Well, I guess I can give you the benefit of the doubt here, seeing as what Gamma said has been short of the truth, so I will continue to monitor your vitals while on the floor, is that okay?" Eden asked.

I nodded in response and quickly reloaded my two revolvers and holstered them. After the incident in Germany, which now feels like years ago, I had retired my father's sidearm. I promised him that I would use it more often, using the pistol to its fullest potential but not only on the battlefield but with me and my pursuit of this career, I had unknowingly trapped myself in.

My father must have known that I would eventually find myself in the military, as those days of training and firearms practice had been in the forefront of his focus on my wellbeing before retiring early in life. He was still active in his military entourage, but he no longer wanted to participate in their training exercises. He knew the risks that came with the terror groups that would eventually pop up to stir up trouble.

He decided to keep his family safe, first and foremost, but also went the extra mile to ensure that I took up his mantle. After discovering my father's old journals, I realised that a majority of his work that not been easy on him. Physical and mental stress played heavily in his retirement and now he has secluded himself to his family, no longer wanting to be in the fight anymore.

Any sane man would do the same, but it was never enough for him. He wanted the best for my family, but in doing so he has kept many corporate secrets and has now been so quiet I don't even know if he is the same person again. But I knew somewhere, deep down, he is still the same father that knew how to love his children.

"You okay there Sierra?" Eden asked, to which I smiled.

"Yeah, just bringing back memories," I answered. Eden gave me a questionable look and then proceeded to leave the arena before setting up a new training simulation.