The Herd

Chapter 1

P.O.V.: Noah

My wonderful dream about my favorite unicorn, Bob, and I frolicking through the field was interrupted by a loud alarm. My alarm. The frenemy I never wanted...
I opened a single eye for starters. My vision was blurry for a moment but soon cleared. My beautiful womanz laid beneath my arm, her back to me and her hair in my face. She, too, shifted in her sleep because of the alarm.
"Babe..." I croaked. "The alarm."
My sleep was fully washed away when her palm slapped itself against my right cheek. "Brah, it's on your side of the bed."
"Right." I rolled over to the other side and slapped my alarm on top of the night stand. To my luck, I missed the button and the clock fell to the ground, still screaming at me.
"Babe..." my fiancé growled, half asleep.
I threw off the blanket and hung my legs over the bed. I reached down and picked up my alarm, turning it off for real this time. I yawned as I placed it back on the nightstand, next to the lamp, and the loaded Glock 17.
I rubbed my eyes before standing up and walking to the bathroom. After a quick shower, and other... uh... freshening up, I took a moment to look to the mirror. My Asian, brown eyes stared back at me. My black short hair spiked up to the left from the shower, and my beard, of which I had shaved last week, was looking alright.
Whatever. Nothing new.
I walked out of the bathroom to find my love, Brooklyn, already on her way. "Finally." She teased. We exchanged kisses as she passed by, and closed the door behind her.
I quickly got myself ready for the day, whatever it held for me. My thick, gray camo pants, a simple blue T-shirt, and I dark gray hoodie. I clipped my Glock to my left hip, and slid my phone into my pocket. For now, this'll do. We'll see if I gotta put anything more... extravagant on.

After walking through my door, my ears were already abused by the noise. The sounds of shouting, teasing, and swearing were just the vocal sounds. The other sounds... I didn't know how to describe them. I guessed the guys must've been up already.
I walked down the hall into the opening room. The glass wall, that led out to a balcony, sprayed the morning sun's light into the living room. The bright blue carpet, and the goldish-brown wood walls basked in its intensity. A few small crystals hung in front of the windows from the curtain's pole. (Of which, said red curtains, were pushed to the sides.) The crystals took in the light and reflected small rainbows every here and there on the walls and floor. I good touch. Kap's idea.
Then there was the ceiling fan, and the lights. Nothing fancy. But then there was the huge flatscreen. Beautiful. Something that was the core of our entertainment. Besides each other... obviously.
On the soft, brown couch, two guys were currently wrestling each other. Over what, could only be explained by the game on the television. A Call of Duty game, of course, and one of them had beat the other so bad, the score was 1-46. And I thought I was bad at COD.
"Good morning!!" I shouted at them.
They untangled each other and looked at me. Their faces were a mixture of happy, and eh-I've-seen-you-before.
"Morning." One of them finally said. He had milk chocolate colored skin, and short, curly afro hair. He wore a gray tee, black jeans, and typical white socks. He seemed normal enough, unless you focused on his build.
He was clearly well built. Not too bulky, but not to thin either. He was literally, just right. (👌🏻) His arms and hands looked like he could strangle you to death while still playing COD. Of which I've seen him do, so... yeah. James is a kind young man, but don't ever tick him off to much.
The other guy, tall, white, and blonde, didn't seem to happy about his Call of Duty skills still yet. He leaned heavily against the couch arm, with his arms crossed. He had very short blonde hair, but the rest of him was long. He was a very stretched guy, but his muscle was almost equivalent to James'. He wore an orange tank top, and gray shorts. Damien never had a set fashion. Makes him look like a surfer dude, but without the tan he desperately needed.
"Morning..." Damien said glumly.
To my left, a counter separated the living room and the kitchen. Inside, a man and woman were cooking breakfast.
"Morning Ben. Morning Catherine." I sat on a stool and grabbed an apple from the rack near the wall.
"Morning." They said in unison.
Catherine was much shorter than Ben, and a tad shorter than me. Her brown hair(in a pony tail), and dark skin matched her brown eyes, but her smile was bright. She wore her pink and gray pajama shorts, and a black shirt with a caption "Love, Loyalty, Respect." One of Ben's shirts. She was also cooking up some scrambled eggs.
Ben was flipping pancakes. We prefer waffles, but we ran out of that stuff a few days ago. He was tall, almost as tall as Damien, brown eyes, and with his brown hair thrown back like a playboy hairstyle. He wore a long sleeved white shirt, with the same caption as Catherine's in black. His black slacks didn't quite match, but no one was going to tell him that. Not with his M1911 on his belt. As threatening as he may be, being the strongest in the group, just above James, I can never help but imagine his braces from High school. Ah... it was beautiful.
"Where's the others?" I asked. "Antonio, Kap, and Cameron?"
"Uhh... Cam's in the Med Room playing guitar, and Kap's the last one in bed. Antonio is downstairs." Ben said flipping a pancake.
"Did someone call...?" I heard to my right. I saw Cameron with his guitar in hand, holding it close to him like he deviously just killed someone with beautiful music.
Cam was taller than I was, but shorter than Ben, and was Asian like me. But a whiter asian? I had darker skin, he had brighter skin. Dunno how to sound anything other than racist. He was thin, thinner than Damien, but had a lot more muscle than when we were young. Defiantly grew out. He wasn't much of a fighter, he was our medic as well as Brook and Catherine, but he was the one that went with us on missions. The girls were good with surgeries, and keeping someone alive. Cam was good with quick works to ensure someone wouldn't die before getting back to the girls. He was also a heavy defensive operator. Strange... I talked about his professions more than the others... oh well. Guess you'll have to wait and see theirs.
In a few minutes, breakfast was ready. Cooks got first dibs, then it was a free-for-all to the line. Antonio would get second to last pick, and Kap would get last as always. Neither of them minded to bad, not that they could complain about their own faults.