The Last Hunter

Chapter 4- Prepare

I finally found them. After almost two years of searching, I found them. I'd been following the terrorist bombers for almost a week now. I knew I had to find people able to stop them. I wasn't strong enough.

"Help! Someone, please! He..."

I spun around. I saw a boy, around my age, brown hair and dressed in camo, being beat up. I saw who was fighting him. They were in all black.

"The Dalivimr bombers," I muttered.

Once they knocked him unconscious, they began to drag him across the forest ground. I knew I had to stop them. I drew an arrow, and shot one in the arm, pinning one of the men to a tree. I raced to the other, a thin person with short blue hair, and sliced them across the cheek with my knife, then knocked them unconscious. They fell face first onto the ground. I punched another person in the face as hard as I could, and they fell back, hitting their head on the ground and passed out.

The boy in camo groaned and sat up.

"Where... uh..."

I rushed over to him. "Who are you? Are you fighting the bombers too?"

He rubbed his head."I'm... I'm Ryan. I'm part of the Hunters, we. . . we're fighting against the bombers. . . look we're camped up stream near the tallest pine tree. Will you... " He reached his hand up.

I nodded. "I'll help you there, as long as you promise me something."

"Yes?"

"Promise that you'll let me join, so that we'll get rid of the terrorists." I reached out my hand.

He took it, stood up, grabbed his sword, and nodded. "Promise. Now let's go!"

I turned and saw the one conscious man left unpinned himself from the tree, and charged after us.

The boy, Ryan, grabbed my hand and we ran, and my dream faded away.

* * * * *

When I woke up the next morning, I was surprised not to be on damp grass or hard ground. I slowly sat up, rubbing my eyes. I was on a cot, in the middle of a small tent, next to the nice red head I'd met last night.

What was her name? Zebra? No, that's not it. Zuh. . . ah, forget it. . . I stood up, stretched, and took a look around at my new surroundings. I had new, clean clothes at the foot of my bed that seemed to be my size, along with my personal pack, full of my private possessions. I heard a yawn and spun around.

"Uh, hi. . ."

She was sitting up blinking. "Oh, cool; we're roommates!" She smiled. "I've been sleeping alone for the past few months, so this is going to be awesome." She jumped out her covers and rushed to grab her clothes to get dressed. "So, have you ever had a roommate?"

I shifted my weight from foot to foot, starting to glance away as she changed, feeling a bit uncomfortable. "I've been on my own for the past two years, and I never shared a room at home because I was the only girl at home. . . so. . ."

"Oh. . . then I guess I'm your first roommate!" I glanced over as she pulled her shirt on.

"Yup. . . I've never had to dress in front of anyone in my life. . ." I blushed, feeling awkward.

"Oh, whoops, sorry! I didn't mean to make you. . . here I'll turn around." She threw her hands over her eyes and spun around facing the tent wall.

"Uh. . . okay. . . just give me a sec. . ." I rushed, throwing on and off my clothes as fast as possible, almost putting my pants on backwards, until I realized where the zipper was.