Marks

Training

I woke up with the sun, early in the morning. It happens everyday. It's both a blessing, and a curse. Im always on time, at least. Dawson woke up shortly after, and we woke Emma up.

"Let's get moving." Dawson put his backpack on and started down the latter.

"Morning to you too," I went down after him.

Once we got into the jeep, Emma asked a question. "Where are we going now? All we need is metal."

"Our house?" I turned my head to face Dawson who was in the back. His eyebrows went together before realization took over his face and he looked down.

"We can't go back." He looked up agian but avoided my eyes.
"Why not?" I tried to think of any possible reason why we wouldn't be aloud to go back home.

"I'll tell you later. Just trust me, we can't go back." I looked back to the road after he finished speaking.

Why can't we go back home? I mean, there'd be zombies, but every building has them, right?
"There's a restaurant just a couple blocks over. It will probably have pots and pans." Apparently my seggestion was a good one, cause that's where I was told to drive to.

It was a quick stop. We got the metal and killed some zombies. To be honest, it was kinda fun. It's like a video game or cool show has come to life. Except, you can actually get hurt or die.
We arrived at the base, but Carter, Blaine, and Sam were there first. Carter smirked when we walked in. He had his arms crossed and was standing beside Blaine and Sam. Abby was infront of them, her arms behind her back.

"Welcome back. I trust you have all of your supplies?" Abby looked to the bag but didn't move her head.

"Yes, we do." Emma pulled the bag forward.

"Good." Abby waved a guard from behind her forward, and they took the bag down a hallway. Abby turned her gaze to me. "Congratulations. You have survived your first runners mission. Agian."
She walked into her office, her boots clicking agianst the floor.
"Have fun?" Carter asked.

"It was a blast." I smiled slightly and started walking towards the hallway with our dorm in it.

"We have training in ten minutes." I flinched and looked at Dawson, who was, apparently, beside me.
"Since when were you beside me?" I kept walking as I spoke.
"Since you left?" Dawsons eyebrows lowered but he shook it off. "Anyway, get ready quickly."

After we were ready, we went to the gym.

"Welcome back to training!" Evan was standing beside Mckenna, holding a dodge ball. "We are playing everybody's it dodgeball. If you're hit, you sit. If the person who hit you is hit, you stand."

Mckenna lined the dodgeballs allong the middle. They both walked to the side. "Go!"
Everyone ran towards the middle.

After a few minutes the doors opened. No one was paying attention due to the game.
I saw Abby walking along the side. She had her hands behind her back and was scanning us as we played. She looked away, so her right side was facing me.
I threw the ball as hard as I could. Abby seemed to have changed, a lot, but she was never good at dodgeball.
Abby held up her hand and cought the ball without looking towards me.

"You've gotten good!" I threw more, and Abby cought each one. "Nice man!"

Dawson was acrossed from me and stared at me, his mouth slightly open. He walked over to me. "Ava, you can't do that. She wasn't training."

"Oh well. She is now. What? Now that she's in charge she doesn't have to train?" But, shouldn't she be ready too?

"She doesn't have to do anything she doesn't want to." Dawson glanced at Abby, who had moved on. He watched her walk away before turning his attention back to me. "Just, keep training."

We trained for what felt like forever. Everyone was so serious about the game.
After training we headed back to our dorms to change out of our training uniform.

It was around 4:50, which Dawson informed me we had to leave for supper, which is at 5. The gym was full of people, some I didn't even recognize.

There was a big line leading to a small opening in the wall. We used to serve pizza, chips, and drinks there during school events. Dylan would pass by the opening from the other side and give people plates of food. Holly could be seen in the background once and a while, cooking.

"Let's get in line," Dawson waved his hand gestureing for us to move forward.

Sam rolled his eyes. "I just want my food." I laughed. He hasn't changed as much as everyone else.

"Where's A-, I mean, Chief?" It sounded strange coming out of my mouth, but everyone looked at me weirdly when I said Abby.

"She doesn't eat dinner with us." Dawson grabbed his plate and we followed him after we got our plates. We sat down and I examined my plate. Mashed potatoes, broccoli, and green beans filled my plate.

Eating felt like it went by fast, which it did, because apparently we needed as much time as possible in a day.

"What do we have next?" I was slightly annoyed, and threw myself on the bed when I entered our room, or, dorm.

"Memories." Dawson put away all of his stuff, and sat with his legs crossed on the other bed, facing me.

"Pardon?" I turned to face him, and slung my legs over the side.

"Well, if you lost your memory from when you hit your head a little more than a year ago, then you forgot part of our normal life. About three weeks, actually." He ran a hand through his hair, to pull it from his face.

"What happened?" I asked, pulling my hair out of its braid.

"Well-" Dawson was cut off, by a knock on the door.