Fractured ⇔ Cube SMP (Sequel to Mirrors)

Chapter 4

Light beamed down on my pale skin, but no heat came from it.

Quite the opposite, actually.

Wherever I was, it was freezing.

Someone was shaking me, and trying to haul me up.

"C'mon princess, time to go!" Julio's voice echoed in my ears as everything started to come into focus.

It was late at night and I could hear gunshots being fired.

I stood up, without a problem, and started following Julio through the mazes of alleyways, slightly limping.

We stopped at a park bench and took cover there.

I rolled up the corner of my shirt to look at my hip, exposing my skin to the biting cold.

There were no marks.

Had I imagined everything?

How much had I imagined?

Julio looked over to me and handed me a bigger gun.

"This is where you reload," Julio quickly explained. "This is where you shoot, don't put your hand near there."

I followed his instructions and peaked over the park bench to shoot.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, the battle drew to a close.

We won.

Groaning came from different directions, the snow was stained dark red and guns scattered the ground.

Julio led me back to where he said our group was meeting.

Ryan, Mitch, Mike, Parker, Dakota, Devon, and Will came into view.

"How many bullets do we have left combined?" Devon asked.

"I already counted, 34." Ryan responded.

"Any injuries?"

"Little princess here was hit in the head pretty hard, other than that nothing."

"I'll be fine, thanks for asking, asshole." I responded on instinct.

"Get a room." Parker commented.

I rolled my eyes and put the safety on my gun.

"We should get some sleep, pitch a tent." Dakota suggested.

"Your kid's at the base, Dakota. At least one of us has to go back."

"Then it's settled, loot the guns and head back to base." Ryan confirmed.

"Fuck that, I need to get some ice." I excused myself.

"I'll go with her." Will volunteered.

"Need any condoms?" Mike teased.

I called him a bitch and turned to Will.

Will helped me limp back to the base.

I got some snow and put it in a sandwich bag.

I sat down across at the table across from Will.

"I seem to have lost a bit of memory. Fill me in, would you?" I asked, holding the homemade ice pack to my head.

"Well, we were searching for firewood and another group approached and we got in a fight. You got to close to one of them and got hit in the head with the butt of the gun."

"Why is my hip sore, then?"

"Probably fell on it."

"Ya, you're right."

Dashiell ran into the room with his little worn out teddy bear.

It looked like he was pretending they were in a rocket ship or an airplane.

"Zoom! Whish! Screeeeeeechhhh!" Dash made sounds and dropped the bear to the ground.

He laughed and picked it back up before sitting next to me.

I giggled and ruffled his dark brown hair.

"Want anything to eat, kid?" I asked.

"Are there any sandwiches left?"

"You can have mine," I offered, pushing the plastic Tupperware with my name on it to him. "I'm not hungry."

He happily dug into the simple sandwich and I looked back at Will.

Will was smiling at me like I had just done something incredible.

"You are great with kids." He complimented.

"And you better get your priorities straight." I turned him away.

"Ouch, I could feel that burn from out here." Julio teased as he hopped down from the hatch.

"Shut the hell up, second place." I fired back.

"Language." Will reminded me. Dakota ordered no swearing with Dash in the room.

"I'm standing by my claim that you pushed me a little during while I was trying to shoot."

"And a liar, too!" I exclaimed, teasingly.

"That's it."

Julio threw me over his shoulder and started walking somewhere.

"You wouldn't kill a handicap, would you?" I waved my ice pack in the air.

"You're 19 now and not a handicap, it's legal as fuck."

"Asshole."

"Love you too, princess."

Hey dere! Sadie here!

I know, you're all confused.

Shhhhhhh children.

Shhhhhhh...

Well, um, bye?