Marks

Hold your own

Cheif POV

"Cheif, 6D states he has found what he is looking for." I waved my assistant off and stood. This news could be very threatening towards the entire base.

As per usual, everyone steered clear of my path. I never enforced that as a rule, I do not deserve special treatment. That does not mean I do not enjoy watching every single person move just for my convenience.

"Cheif! You're here!" 6D walked up to me with a smile. I suppose that means good news. "I have found what they have. It is cureable, but spreads fast judging by 6As ability to get it so quickly. Obviously she had amnesia, which isn't contagious, but her gaining this sickness on top of it triggered some unwanted side effects of her amnesia.

"Somehow they have merged together. I'm not sure how your doctor's didn't see it, but the boy has the flu. A sever case of it to be fair, but the flu no less." Sam raised an eyebrow at 8A and 8C.

"You couldn't find out that your patient had something so simple as the flu?"

"Actually, the flu is quite dangerous. 28.7% of people who get the flu in Canada die. A sever case like this is even more probable, and add our poor medical supplies and skills on top of that. I would say the percent chance has gone up quite a bit.

"Good news is, since Ava's amnesia has merged with the Influenza, it should cure together. If we cure her, all her memories will return." 6D gave a smile. "So, all we need is medical treatment for the flu. Which you don't have."

His smile fell instantly. He knew what this meant, a runners mission. But this time, they'd be down one.

"We will discuss this in a few moments. Meet me in my office." I walked back to my office, a sigh leaving my lips.

Dawson POV

Nerves swirled in my stomach with every step that took me closer to Cheifs office. But ya know, that's just normal.

What isn't normal is going on a runners mission without Ava. I wouldn't even be a runner if she wasn't one when I got here.

Do you want to know my skills? Bowling. Bowling, and singing. Those are the two main ones and I can assure you, none of the other ones require being athleticly inclined.

So no, being a runner wouldn't have been my first choice. Or second, or third. But I wasn't going to let Ava go out there without me, and not know what was going on because I wasn't in the position to.

Not many people here had family, it's sad, but a fact. Not even a sibling, aunt, uncle, or even a distant cousin. Unless they survived. As a result, there are not many rules regarding family.

1- A runner shall never enter their prior home, under any circumstances.

2- A zombie is not your family. They are dead, rotting, and no longer consider you anything other than prey.

3- Almost every person in this base is replaceable. Do not risk more lives then possibly gained.

4- A family member is just another member of the base.

There are many more rules, but those are the ones regarding family in any way. I don't agree with all of them, but I'm not going to argue with Cheif.

But I did break the rules. I put Ava above all else, even myself. She's my sister, my twin, I couldn't sit back and watch. Wether I got killed in the process or not, it wasn't my concern.

"Ava!" Blaine was on her team, and he managed to throw the ball over my head with no problems whatsoever. Of course.

"Dawson! Step up your game!" I groaned as I got yelled at by my classmate, Evan, and I couldn't say anything in return. Not that I would have.

Apparently I have three training sessions to attend before my position is decided. I also can't know anyone's other than Evan and McKenna, because they're the trainers.

Abby probably thinks I'll find someone with a job I liked, and try to copy their actions and physical abilities. But come on, there's no way I'll be as fast as Emma or Blaine, as strong as Sam, or as determined to get things over with as Ava.

This is my last training session, and thank whoever that I lost my train of thought for so long I didn't even participate for the last few minutes.

"Well Dawson, you are now a doctor. Your athletic skills are... Less than ataquit. Welcome to the base, 8D." Clapping and a series of 'congrats' were given, signalling that I received a good job.

"Now I can tell you my position. I'm a runner, along with Emma, Blaine, and Sam. We all go out and get supplies for the base. Pretty important, but not heavily ranked. Unlike you!" It was meant to make me feel good about my rank, I can tell, but it didn't.

"What? You go out there!?" I sent an angry glance at Cheif. "No. You can't anymore. I'm your older brother, which means I have the final say."

"First of all, you're only older by 8 minutes. Second, I can hold my own."

"No, I'll hold your own!" I had already decided before the words left my lips. I was going to be a runner. "Ava, you're my other half. If you think for even a second I wouldn't risk my life for yours, you're wrong. Almost everyone is gone, I'm not losing you, or Sam for that matter. If I can't get you to resign as a runner, you can't stop me from becoming one."

A smile played on Ava's lips. She wasn't emotional, not in the slightest, but she was touched by my words. "I guess I'll see you on the battle field."