Revolution of the Apocalypse

Chapter 1

I woke up in sweat. Stupid dreams from the past, my childhood. It seemed so surreal, like it was yesterday that the Infected took the lives of the innocent at the clinic.

But fuck it, that was 8 years ago. I've got better things to do than memorize about the past. I have bigger fish to fry, I have fate in my hands, and it can easily slip away if I fuck it up.

I get out of bed, and put my uniform on and headed out for the daily morning drill. Run 1 mile, and go through various obstacle courses. It doesn't bother me a bit, it's all worth it.

I step out of my cabin, with all eyes on me. They all give me their up most attention because I have to train them to fight in the Revolution. I need to prepare them for what their about to face.

"Good Morning Alice" they all say to me,

"Good Morning. C'mon hustle, we got work to do" I said. They got prepared to run their mile, Me in the front, the others behind me.

We began to run, majority of them out of breath and in need for water. Me and some of the soldiers wern't out of breath, I've been running miles since I was 5, so it doesn't bother me that much.

"Don't stop for water, get to the rock wall now" I try not to be rude, but if they want to live, they need to take training seriously, it's not a game. The exhausted group lightly jogged to the rock wall, while I go to the zipline obstacle.

I get ready to go, then the next thing I know, I'm whizzing through obstacles. Everyone watches me in fascination, they all wish to be like me, Athletic, Coordinated, Fearless. That was the way I was brought up, to be prepared for anything. Anything.

I see a obstacle coming towards me, with no place to dodge it, I unclipped the clip to the zipline and fell, but landed on my feet, I didn't stumble, I landed perfectly on my feet. Some people look at me like I'm crazy, some look at me like I'm a hero.

I leave the obstacle station and when into the Training Hall. I don't need a trainer, I know the ins and outs of fighting and shooting. I grabbed my pistol and focused on the target.

I pulled the trigger resulting in a loud bang, I look at the target and saw that a shot a bullseye, as usual.

"Just give up Alice, you prepared to go fight, jsut stop trying to be a show-off" a voice echoed from behind,

"Gabriel go away, It's my private training session, just get out of here" I said, trying the focus on the target again,

"C'mon Alli" Gabe said, putting an arm around my waist.

I hate being touched, and I certainly don't like being called Alli.

"Get your hands off me" I pushed him away and walked back to my cabin to relax for a few minutes, leaving Gabe inside, leaving him standing with a smirk.