1-3 Searching for Comrades

Date: August 26-27

Place: Unregistered Island

[Noel]

"Consider it done"

      I didn't know what that means, but if it's the ticket to let me partake, I'll gladly do anything.

      I felt sorry for Janus, it's a good thing that we're in a room full of medication. But when I was about to help him, people came rushing into the room and helped us.

      While they got Janus's right foot fixed up, I hear General say a few things while people offer me weapons that I'll probably need. More magazines, first aids and a new pair of clothes. It was lighter, much more comfortable, and built especially for this occasion.

"You will be supported by your two other classmates, " then there they stood in front of me.

"Hi there," they say.

      Dressed like a true soldier, holding big guns and bombs, while I have pistols and band-aids.

      This is not fair.

      We stepped out of the room where total darkness awaits us. Luckily, they also handed us glasses that can see through the dark which I think is so cool.

      There was a long way up to the first floor. Climbing stairs while we exchange looks when we hear something: a scream, footsteps,  or gunshots.

"There are approximately three fire exits. As you can see, the one that you entered earlier was not one of them. If you manage to get out on one of those and leave the school, you have to go to the port where the last plane and Patrick are waiting. However, Vincent is the only one left that is supposed to fly it. Sadly, he got himself in trouble. He is on the second floor of the boy's bathroom. Find him, "

ordered the general.

      We took some turns that I didn't recognize that I'm sure Patrick didn't lead me this way, but I just followed them.

"Does anyone want to fill me on the situation?" I whispered afraid something may come on our way if I spoke loudly.

"All I know is that this place is a big and wide island, " said Allen.

      We're the same height, a little skinny and I remember that he is known to all classes, being someone who looks for a fight when he is bored.

"And they hire people. Desperate people who seek money or social value. I wasn't supposed to be here. Until an old dude escaped and begged me for help. And he was instantly killed in front of me at that very moment. They had a sniper following him and immediately took the opportunity to replace that man with me, and I just badly needed money which led me here. I honestly didn't think it would turn out like this, " he added.

"How about you Chylle?" I asked.

  He's much taller than me and much worse than Allen. He probably lives in the guidance office since he is the one who always causes trouble and drags Allen with him. They are more like an unstoppable duo, perfect for this kind of occasion.

"Pretty much the basics. Protect you, go on patrols and earn ranks. Also, I think our section is the worst because we have to act like students despite that we're respectable soldiers. We couldn't even get the extra lessons and additional missions either" he answered.

"Thank you for all those significant and helpful informations" I replied in a humorous tone.

"Anytime" he smiled.

  They opened  a door which led us to the Janitor's room beside the Cafeteria's kitchen, there we took a break and planned our next move.

      The General instructed us.

"You can't climb the staircase. Too much unordinary insight," the General said.

"Is there any path connected to the boy's bathroom without getting exposed to those things?" asked Allen.

"There is one way, to the vents,"  said the General.

"Are you guys ready?" Allen said holding the smoke bomb and the door at the same time, getting ready for the plan that General instructed us.

"Ready when you are," we replied.

  Allen tossed it outside and waited for the fog to spread as we creeped our way to the Cafeteria's kitchen where a vent is connected to the second floor's boy's bathroom, if you know where you're going.

  We didn't had any trouble getting safely in.

"Is everybody alright?" asked Allen waiting for an answer to lock the door.

"Yes" we answered.

"Now we just need to climb up" Chylle said as we were looking up to find a vent. But there aren't in the sight.

"Where is it?" I hear Allen murmured.

"Are there any information or weaknesses in those things?" I asked them while we we're trying to find the vent.

"Oh right, you haven't been given information about those things?" said Allen looking in my direction.

"We call those things unordinary because they have the features of fictional zombies but they are much more capable of doing unimaginable things than them," he continued.

"What do you mean?" I questioned.

"I heard there were an unordinary who spoke before, begging for help. But unfortunately, they killed it," entered Chylle in our conversation.

"In other words, it can mutate," said Allen.

"Found it" as Chylle opened the vent he found behind some shelves.

  We were about to go in when soldiers came out of some other shelves. One, two, three, four of them.

  Scared

  Terrified

  Hopeless

Some of them were injured, scratches and dried blood on their body as they limp their way to us.

  I hurriedly pulled out the first aid that's on one of my pocket and went to assist them.

"Why are you here and from what unit?" asked Allen while Chylle helped me put bandages to their wounds.

"These are some serious wounds, we better call the paramedics immediately," Chylle commented.

"We're from the third unit. There were too many of them, some of us are still alive but we lost several soldiers too" a soldier replied.

  Tall, skinny, wounded, and old.

"We were just taking shelter here and waiting until the sun goes down before we make our next move," another soldier said.

  Young and I can tell that he is skilled by looking at the wounds that he received. Quite few than the other soldiers but it's still severe.

"You can't barely walk with these conditions of yours," Allen exclaimed.

  We just decided to leave them there and let the others deal with it. But  Allen and Chylle handed them some of their weapons. Like pistols, knives and some bombs and a transmitter since their's was broken.

  "Thank you, and be safe," they wished us luck before we went in the vent.

  Allen was in front, I'm in the middle and Chylle is behind me while General guides us through.

  "Patrick reporting, the crowd of unordinary starts to fade and some of them are keeping distance in the airplane, I don't know what's happening but I think it will be in our advantages," he said.

  "Allen reporting, we found some soldiers at the cafeteria's kitchen, they are wounded and in need of immediate medication,," he said.

  More soldiers reported their own situations and needs.

"The main objective is to get Vincent and fly the last plane, all the soldiers that are not included in that mission will stay here and serve this community that we established," the General speaks typing something in a keyboard.

"Roger"

  All the soldiers spoke. Some familiar and some are not as we continued climbing up that vent. Turning right and left while squeezing our way forward.

  We arrived at our destination, Allen took a look around, making sure there are no danger in sight.

"Clear" as he went down and we follow.

"Anybody here?" we whisper while opening the stalls one by one.

  When I opened the last cubicle on the left side, there I saw him.

  Shocked

  Confused

  Pointing the gun directly at my head. I put my hands up in the air as he lowers his gun.

  "It's only you," Vincent said.

  "Look who I found," Chylle said hoding the door of a cubicle open.

  We all looked  inside to see Shawn sleeping, holding his knife.

  "So this is where he was hiding all this time," sighing Vincent and waking Shawn up.

  "Hi guys," Shawn said rubbing his eyes and putting the knife away back in his pocket.

  "Patrick reporting, the herd of unordinary are beginning to increase little by little,"he said.

  "Allen here, we already found Vincent and a litte addition to our group. We are now discussing how to get out of here," he said.

   "There are aprroximately a thousand of unordinary located in the whole area. Mutated unordinary also appeared in some districts; in the malls, the market, church and the eastside of the forest. Although the captains said they can handle the situations, everyone should still proceed with caution," the general spoke.

  This time I hear typing on the keyboards and the General ordering people around, several alarms and screaming people.

  The vent can surely carry all of us in it and end up in the cafeteria's kitchen or somewhere near the exit. But the only problem is that Shawn can't fit with his masculine body.

  However, that plan is not useless and that also means that someone will go outside and venture into the hallways and avoid any possible threats which is a risky plan.

  It's obvious that Vincent and I can't go otuside. Especially when Vincent is the only pilot, and to them I'm...important?

  Vincent, Allen and I will go to the vents, which they think is an easy way out. While Shawn and Chylle are going outside.

  In this group they are the only ones that I think looks strong. I just hopee that nothing will go wrong.

  Vincent lets us memorize all the plans.

"Alright, one more time. Recite the plan with me," Vincent said.

  But before we could recite, General spoke, ordering us to hurry up.

"Time's running out, who knows what disaster a minute could hold. Just go now and if something goes wrong communicate" the General said with an angry voice.

"Roger"

  They couldn't do anything but follow the order.

"Waitーyou're in the boy's bathroom right?" asked Patrick.

"Yes" answered Vincent?

"If I remember correctly, there is a Janitor's closet inside the last cubicle on the right side," he said.

  We all looked at the direction which Patrick was talking about.

"Go and open it up. You'll thank me later," he added holding his laugh back.

  We went and took a look inside.

  To our surprise, it was full of weapons. Guns, more bombs, knives, bullets, magazines, and a lot more that I am not familiar with.

  "Why didn't you said something from the very beginning?" said Vincent smirking while handing us some few extra weapons.

  I got two knives, an extra pistol, and more band-aids that they already carry which they give to me, exclaiming they don't need such things.

  While they get to pick up all the deadly weapons they can find; granades, sub-machine guns, swords and a lot more.

  This is so unfair.

  But I didn't argue more because I know my capabilities and I'm sure I can't even aim that good since I haven't shot a gun beforeーhave I?

  "Now we're ready"