Call of Duty Ghosts: The Aftermath

Chapter 21

2 Days Later

LOGAN

As Hesh and I walk carefully through the brush around the large Federation convoys traveling down the road, I feel anxiety creeping up in my chest.

As we've gotten closer and closer to Santa Monica, the number of Federation soldiers has been steadily increasing. Hesh and I have already taken out six patrols and had to keep down from multiple convoys. I just hope that all of this is worth it.

Suddenly Hesh spins around and pushes me to the ground, lying down. I stare at him with wide, fear-filled eyes.

"What? What is it?" I whisper urgently, and Hesh shakes his head quickly, putting his finger to his lips, then pointing to our right.

Slowly turning my head, I see a multitude of Fed soldiers advancing down the road, and in seconds they're right next to us, only about three feet away from us, the tall grass the only thing hiding us from their view.

My eyes widen, and Hesh clamps his hand over my mouth as they walk by. My heartbeat quickens, and I feel the anxiety I was just trying to push down rise in my stomach again. After what feels like hours, the soldiers finally pass, and Hesh slowly takes his hand away from my mouth and meets my eyes with a stressful expression.

"Well damn. That was close." He breathes straightly, and I stare at him with widening eyes.

"Close?! Any closer and they would have stepped on us! Hesh, we have to get away from the convoy area! It's just too densely occupied!" I hiss with urgency.

Hesh sighs, glancing around watchfully, then nods.

"You're right. Follow my lead." He says, slowly getting up to a crouch. I do the same and follow him as he leads us through the tall grass, to the treeline about fifty yards from the road.

He glances back towards the road and takes a deep breath.

"Okay. We should be good. But just to be safe, we'll hug the trees as we move." He says, and I nod.

"Let's go."

We move further down the stretch, weapons at the ready, fingers on triggers. After about twenty minutes, we reach a river, and Hesh looks up and down the banks. Watching him intently, I raise my eyebrow.

"What is it?" I ask warily, and Hesh shakes his head.

"Just checking for any Feds. This river is one of the drop off points. We have to be careful." He divulges. We carefully jump down the bank and start to cross the river.

Suddenly a shout makes us both switch to high alert. A bullet shoots between us, and we both jump back, wide-eyed. Looking upstream, I can see about thirteen Federation soldiers aiming at us, shouting. My eyes widen.

"HESH!" I yell, and he turns to see the soldiers, and his eyes narrow.

"Dammit!" Raising his gun, he starts to shoot, and I follow his example. The soldiers start to fall, and the water runs red as their blood makes its way down the stream to us. The shouting slowly ceases as the thirteen dwindle down to three.

One shoots his gun, and the bullet just barely grazes my arm. I curse but pay no heed.

Pulling off a shot, my gun takes him out, then the other two fall from Hesh. I sigh and turn to my brother.

"That was way too close," I say, and Hesh nods, breathing hard. I notice his shoulder has a small stain of blood at the top, and his lower leg has a red spot.

"Hesh, you got shot?!" I exclaim, and he shakes his head.

"Just grazes." His eyes fall on my arm, and he nods towards it.