On My Own

ONE.

//A/N: oki doki, before we move on I have to write a few.... trigger warnings.
This story will include unhealthy relationships, torture, minor character death maybe, sexual content  (MAYBE), gay-ness, murder, human experimentation, mention of blood, and strong language. So, in short, this story is not for the faint of heart. Anyone below 13 should turn around and never look back. With that being said, enjoy my amateur writing lmao. Love you guys~ //

//Tom's POV//

Three years.

It's been three damn years since that communist bastard took over the world. Three years since Edd, Matt and I were forced out of our home because of a fucking missile.

Centuries of civilizations have been destroyed, many cultures crushed into near-extinction. Not to mention the rocky government system.

In other words, life is pretty fantastic. Please, do note the sarcasm.

I guess there is an upside though. I mean, Edd is more mature now, along with Matt. Even though he's still a bit slow.

And I get to have a gun!

Not that I actually use it ever. I tried killing someone, once. Needless to say, I still get nightmares of lifeless eyes and blood. Do you know how much blood a human body has? Approximately 1.5 gallons. Which is like, 5.5 liters.

So much fucking blood just- EVERYWHERE.

"Tom!"

I snapped out of my thoughts and lifted my head to watch Edd walk purposefully over to me. I admit, he's gotten quite intimidating the last few years.

Raising my hand in a sarcastic salute, I responded, "Yes, sir, Commander, SIR!"

He just rolled his eyes. "I got a job for you."

"Edd, you know I don't suck dick for free," I said in a condescending tone.

The green man pinched the bridge of his nose as if he was getting a headache for reasons only he knows. It couldn't have anything to do with me adding to an already big pile of stress, could it? Nah...

"Tom, be serious for one damn second. We are at war," his eyes suddenly glinted with badly hid malice. "Besides, if I wanted someone to pleasure me, you certainly wouldn't have been my first choice."

That little sh-

"Anyway, I need you to organize and attack. Matt came back earlier saying a Red Army supply truck is making its way to Base Vronti.  His sources say it's carrying quite a lot of artillery."

I cocked my head, brain immediately going through different scenarios of how the attack could go down.

Even one person in the wrong place at the wrong time could doom the entire plan and turn a simple vandalizing mission into a full-on suicide mission.

Edd huffed when I didn't respond right away. Well sorrr-ee, Mr. Shoot-First-Ask-Later. Brilliant strategies don't just pop out of nowhere.

After awhile of thinking, I smirked and nodded.

"Yeah. I think this can be done."

Edd smiled. "Well then get to it, buttmunch." And just like that, he left me to my own devices.

//A/N: another warning, this is gonna have a slow building plot//