Chapter 5

"Welcome to the training grounds, y'all!" She boomed. "Today you're gonna be doin' some melee drills with these wooden machetes. Even the little one here!" She pointed at me. I was scrawny for a 16 year old, I could still pass as a tall 13 year old. Being 5'4 Is annoying to say the least, even in the apocalypse.

"You all can start whenever. I'm the observer of y'all today." Kat added.

That's exactly what we did, we all had taken a wooden machete and started to train. Since I am used to a machete being my main weapon, I was glad to be getting back in the swing of things. But the rest of the group was struggling. They were either missing, or hitting with no aim or skill. But it's not really their fault. After all, firearms are more potent and effective.

"Wow, the youngster's better than the rest of ya!" The girl yelled. "Put some more effort into your swings! Hit the main points that are targeted on the body!"

I did feel nice being praised, but not being around guns and such doesn't help either. I hoped next we would be able to work on those.

The team suddenly had eyes on the fence surrounding the grounds, and a zombie had appeared looming over us. It had tried to knock over the fence, but the fence was too formidable to be knocked over. The girl suddenly pulled out a handgun and had nailed the zombie with a bullet in the head. Although it made a lot of noise, no other zombies had strolled on over.

"That's a fine example of why you can't always use firearms. Too much reckless noise." A voice peeped. Subaki had come into the training grounds due to the loud noise.

"Sorry boss, got a little scared." The girl replied. It looked as if her attitude was ruined.

"Very well then, I will excuse it." He spoke. "What is the report for today's training?"

"Everyone did alright. The little girl did surprisingly better then the rest of the group." She replied.

The man Subaki had looked at me with leering eyes and a stabbing smile.

"You'll be a good worker, just like your father." He giggled.

Time stopped. Everything had froze and became a blur, except for his crooked face and his crooked smile. He remembered who I was. Crap! What do I do? What will he do?

"Once you're done here, can you come to my office? I want to talk to you." He grinned. I've never felt more violated by a man in my life.

I've never wanted to work as slow as I did.