Book One: To Death (rewriting)

Work B**ch

A/N: If you know you know! Facts are facts, very much that, etc.

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     I had just finished showering, trying to find my way back to my families room. I knew Alisha was back in the lab. My mother alongside my father were teaching a lesson for the few children here. I wasn't sure where everyone else was seeing as they'd found places here in the two days we'd been here. Jonas was mechanically inclined so he was working on cars alongside Daniel. Oscar was helping my mother and father. I placed my shower materials down. Leaving to go and get some sun after I pulled on my trusty windbreaker. Jonas thought it would be funny to clean it and bathe it in his cologne; an oddly comforting gesture. I stepped outside, spotting Ellis and Argos near a truck. I approached out of curiosity, being waved over my Argos.

"What are you guys up to," I inquired.

"Going out to search for other survivors. We need one more," Argos began. Ellis looked ready to protest but was shutdown by Argos.

"You had some interesting weapons. We could use your skill out there," He offered. He was an interesting man to put it lightly. Someone worth keeping an eye on. The younger soldier with them seemed nervous and shy. And Ellis was well, Ellis.

"I'd like to learn more about what we're up against. So why not," I agreed. Argos gave me a big smile, rushing off, tugging the other soldier with him. Ellis heaved a sigh, seeming troubled.

"He's a dangerous man," Ellis warned. I knew I wasn't harmless. No one was, even the most meek weren't. If they said they were harmless they were lying.

"I have questions. This experience has answers," I told him. He seemed to know he couldn't convince me, conceding with raised hands. A few moments later, Argos returned with my sword and bow. Jonas in the short time this was going on had a habit of holding my bow to free up my hands to use my sword. I opted to hang the sword from my right shoulder. Holding my bow in my left.

The quiet guy passed me something black and rounded in shape. Unfurling them, it was clear it was knee pads.

"Your legs are exposed," He commented. I thanked him as we loaded into the truck. I laced the knee pads on as we left the safety of the NTIDC campus. There was peace as there were strategic efforts of rerouting hoards of infected people; or so they said.

"The situation out here is grim," The quiet man from before spoke. I looked in the rear-view mirror, catching sight of his name. Adams was his last name.

"Other states are choked out. An emergency shelter in downtown Atlanta got wiped out by something freaky," Argos added, the truck coming to a stop. Ahead was a few infected. He stepped out of the truck as I followed suit. I set down my bow in my seat, opting for the sword. I stepped around front with the others.

"Can they really not be reasoned with," I remarked aloud.

"Nah, just bout brainless from the scans. All they know to do is chase and maul," Argos assured me. Argos and Ramirez were armed with machetes. While Ellis pulled two small twin blades. They were like small katanas with metal loops. I tied my twists up, drawing my sword. My body ached still so I'd let them take the lead.

Ramirez engaged with the first. He swung his machete but struck too soft having hands grasping at him. I changed my hold to a pierce, running the blade through its head. I tried pulling it free, being greeted with resistance. I let it go, dropping the sheath as well. I reached for my boot, pulling out my butterfly knife and flicking it open. I teamed up with Ellis, following up on his movements, striking with lethality when he hesitated. Though by the end of it, my balisong rattled from the abuse it was subjected to. Ellis witness that, catching his breath as I wiped it clean. He looked at his twin blades, then at me. He surprised me by handing me the blades after he wiped them clean.