Chapter 9

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The picture that came up on the screen almost made me cry. Bodies were in a pile of thousands of flies surrounding the bodies. Blood pooled all over the. New pictures came up the screen and scattered houses and buildings were burnt down only ashes left behind, dead animals were on the floor either the paws or legs or even head missing.

"This is Hampo Town, once a merry Town inhabited by a rough amount of 10 0000 people. After the white rose attacked there was more or less nothing left from this Town- although survivors have been looked for and found by the Maldovian Soldiers they are not enough to find everyone so they have asked for our assistance. We also must assist and help look for any hidden Landmines and disarm them. The plan is simple Michael, and Lorraine will accompany on this mission while Eric will stay in the med bay in case of emergencies. Lorraine and two other people will pack up enough First Aid kits for any emergencies. I will brief the others, Lorraine you get the Aid kits ready with supplements for any type of emergencies. Michael, you go help Lorraine put the things in the Cars I will explain further later on. Michael also gets all some landmine drones, those that we got to help find Landmines, get six, we can't use the other ones yet."

He dismissed us and we left for our designated tasks. I called Zoe through the Walkie Talkie telling her to meet me in the Med Bay.

The Med Bay we were given was exceptionally big. It took up half of the Working Area and was about 10 minutes away, well if you sprint that is. I took off six Bags from the Shelf waiting for Michael to pick them up from here.

The bags would be shared so one bag for every pair, my Walkie Talkie left a nice again.

"Skrzzzzzz. Major Lorraine. I will send some Soldiers to help you pack, my hands are currently full with other things. Over"

"Copy that."

Just when I was done talking two Soldiers came in wearing singlets exposing their Muscles to my eyes. Not being affected at all by their biceps I pointed at the Bags indicating for them to pick them up. Maybe after staying so long in the Army, I got used to seeing Muscles and not somehow having wrong thoughts, although my dearest Friend, Zoe, probably joined the Army for exactly that reason. Turning my attention back to the bags lying on the floor I picked up the remaining Bags from the floor heading towards the six Cars that were waiting in the front.

The Cars looked as ordinary as they could get, I wasn't surprised though, I mean why should we take armored Vehicles what a waste. The Guns I bought from the military before my trip were tightly packed in my waistband. Kimberly (Kimber Custom TLE/RL9, was tightly tucked at my right side, while my dearest Shirley (CZ P- 09) was tucked firmly at my left side close to my beautiful Margaret one of my many Military issued Dagger (ASEK). More people were coming towards the car when my eyes settled on Zoe who was looking as red as a cherry tomato, she sped towards me talking gibberish in between every sentence.

She held on to my hand and looked at me, me knowing that she was about to ask me for a favor again.

"My dearest-"

"Zoeline Lee, what do you want again?"

She cringed when I said her full name.

"God no, never say Zoeline again it sounds so bad."

I smiled at her cringing feeling satisfied while seeing her frustration when mentioning her name again.

"That name is a disgrace to my Legacy, just because my father lost my mother after she abandoned us doesn't give him the right to destroy my entire Name. Of course, I deeply admire the fact that my Father is as creative with names just like Leonardo DaVinci, but I am not really confident with my name. But when I am Zoe," she stood firmly straightening her hair that was in a bun, " I feel like a friggin Queen."

I rolled my eyes a faint smile still on my lips, she remembered something and had on her puppy eyes again.

"Lorry," she drew the r making it sound like a cat purring which almost made me puke. " Can you partner up with our Leader? "

"Why should I ?"

"Well, you see I have a new target...."

"And what business does that have with me?"

"That person is our vice-leader, Michael."

I burst out laughing almost tearing up.

"He has high standards dearest, don't try your already failing in your love-life don't drag the innocent lad into this."

"Lory I am serious though like I just met him and the connection we have is abundantly great and I feel a deep connection towards him. And hdsbduhubcuhwsbcihwb dhbihwhdbicbwi hcbhudbh hzdbheb hdhh hdhg..." She was ranting nonsense.

"Fine just stop talking, just stop. But you owe me for this one. "

A Clap attracted my attention and that of others, Damon was standing there.

"Everyone partner up in two's. Quick!"

Before I could blink Zoe was at Michaels's side, I shook my head a faint smile still on my face. Poor Michael looked attacked, many girls were at his side, while some covered away from Damon gaze, I was holding in my laughter as I strode towards him.

"Sir. Can I partner up with you?" He looked me up and down, seeing as I was the only one willing to partner up with him he had no choice but to agree. Obviously, my presence annoyed him, but it was both me and him in this, so if I am going under he is going with me. Damon occupied a Car sitting in the driver's seat, I sat in the backseat placing the bag on my lap. Zoe who was able to catch Michael before anyone else sat down in the back close to me while Michael sat in the front passenger seat.

The drive was spent in silence, the only thing heard is the Navigation system, as we left Camp as the last one, the road was covered in mud so once in a while, there was a slight bump. Just as Michael was about to put on the Radio Damon swatted his hand away.

"Bro-" Damon threw him a glare that would make anybody shrink in fear. "Sir. I apologize." The sarcasm in his apology was very evident. Their Familarit was evident as Damon paid no attention to Michael's apology.

Michael turned to the back where I was seated, he stretched his hand giving me a billion-dollar wat smile.

"Hi. My name is Michael O'Neil, my friends call me Mickey and beauties call me Babe."

I choked on my own spit while Zoey swooned, shamelessly, at him, Damon swatted Michael's head again. No wonder he was spouting nonsense, I would too after getting hit so many times.

"Hi, my name is Zoeline Lee, but I go by Zoe." I almost barfed right here, I whipped my head to Zoe who was batting her eyelashes. Can you imagine that this is the same person who was talking about hating her full name?

"Zoeline Lee. Unique. Zoeline." Zoe's cheeks were flushed deep crimson red, I had to do it, I wacked her head. Hard. She blinked a few times and switched her attention to me. I stared at her not apologizing, one day, one faithful day she might thank me. I ignored her stare and turned to Michael who was holding in a laugh.

"Lorraine Anderson."

"Funny, your name sounds like that of the Generals daughter." My breath hitched for a good minute. I shook him off laughing, Zoe who registered the situation quickly spoke up.

"She gets that a lot, but Mr.O'Neil, the Generals daughter's name is Lorraine-Mary Anderson, and the surname Anderson and the name Lorraine are quite Common." Zoey nudged my ribs telling me to throw in some lie.

"And my..." fake "...middle name is Sophia." Zoe raised an eyebrow and gave me a mini eye-roll just for me to see.

"So can I call you Soph?" Michael spoke up again, this dude is asking too many questions, I smiled sweetly at him.

" No. Call me Lory instead, Mr.O'Neil."

"You can call me Mike. It's more convenient. "

Zoe Chirped in, a little too excited. "Me too?"

Michael looked creeped out at first but just smiled turning back to his original sitting position. I could feel Damon's gaze through the rearview mirror, our eyes met for a split second, but just as our eyes met he focused on the road ahead again. The Navigating system was the last thing making noises. The car came to an abrupt stop.

"It's a locked road, we might as well walk the rest into town."

We were covering the west side of town while the other soldiers were scattered around town in only God knows where. There were two paths in front of us one going to the Left on to the right, yet both looked like a journey into the realm of the dead. A sigh left my lips which attracted the attention of Zoe who gave me a reassuring look.

"Lorraine and I will go down here," he pointed at the right path, to be precise the scarier looking one, "and you guys, Michael and Zoe may go down that one. In 4 hours, 1 hour to go in and out, we will meet at the town hall in the center. If you find any survivors use the talkie walkie. Our trucks are capable of carrying four more injured people. Look everywhere. The Maldovian Government will be sending in a helicopter once a critical person is reported, if in need of Medical support just call anyone through the walkie talkie. If you find anyone from the White Rose, kill them, order from the Royal Palace. Let us go."

I nodded at Zoe smiling at her, she returned the smile and started her journey with Michael. Damon and I watched them leave, once they were out of sight we started the journey too.

The walk into town took us good thirty minutes with no interruptions. My feet were starting to burn in my shoes, I could literally feel my feet calling out to me in agony. I stood at the border of the town while a few Maldovian Soldiers were walking around helping survivors or helping rebuild a few things. Dead bodies were lined up covered with white sheets, some were even surrounded by weeping children. My heart broke at the sight of the children who were standing close to the dead bodies of their parents. Damon left my side and walked towards a broken home, the door was smashed down, he motioned for me to follow him. We entered the destroyed home, the pictures on the wall were scattered, some having some rips in them, I spotted a frame on the floor with two kids standing in the picture. There were two beautiful kids in the picture, each of their skin stained with cake, their smiles were filled with joy close to them, I presume their mother was standing laughing while her baby bump made her look like a Pinguine. I smiled at the picture, I showed the picture to Damon.

"What do you want me to do with this?"

"If we see anyone we might be able to identify them with this and give it to them in the process."

He nodded and went on, he went down the stair, we found a big Wardrope just there which raised our suspicion. It looked pretty normal to that of any normal person, but we are a special force for a reason. I took out my tucked gun, removing the safety I positioned myself ready to shoot anybody. Damon pushed the Wardrobe out of the way revealing a wooden dark brown door, Damon took out his gun to positioning it on his left arm while turning on his Flashlight, I turned mine on at the same time. He raised his fingers counting raising his finger for every count.

1............. His first finger went up. 2.................... His second finger went up too. 3............ As his third finger stuck in the air he kicked the door open, rushing in. We searched the room but absolutely no one was there, there is something wrong. Damon glanced at me probably thinking the same thing, he pointed at the wall. I raised my eyebrow in Question, he rolled his eyes and went towards the Wall that looked old and rusty. He knocked on the Wall, instead of a thick full sound, there was a hollow sound. It dawned upon me, there must be another hidden room. Damon rubbed his hand on the wall trying to find some sort of hole, he found a hole at the side he pulled which revealed a huge entrance that was locked by a padlock. What were these people? How many secret doors do they need? I took out my dagger, telling Damon that I would take care of it, he moved to the side giving me time to work my magic. I put the dagger into the padlock moving left to right, soon the satisfying click was heard. I pushed the door open, and let me tell you something this was not expected at all. This place was decorated with Marble walls, in front of us, there was an organized kitchen stocked up with Cans that were stuffed with varieties of Food. A pregnant woman was cowered in the Corner, two kids tucked behind her, while she held up a gun in defense. Her haggard breath indicating that she was in very much Fear. She looked down as a horrified look took over her face, her face getting paler by every passing second. Her Water most have broke, I need to handle and fast.

I put all my courage together and looked at the mother who was horrified.

"Zinka relma zupandra.Tarilla mal wilos.Untros Doctors miqo. (Put down your Gun. Let me help you. I am a doctor.)" My thick accent probably made my entire pronunciation wrong, but this is all I could learn in a time span of a few days. I brought out my doctor's Certificate that was tucked in my pocket. Instantly the Gun dropped out of her hand as she fell forwards, before her body hit the floor she held herself up. Her breathing getting fainter by the minute. Immediately Panic arose in my subconsciousness, I tucked in my gun and signaled Damon to quickly come to my Aid. The woman let out a howl of pain.

"Contact, Frog, need him here immediately." Frog aka. Mitchelle the only obstetrician who came with us today.

I sent the frightened children to the soldiers upstairs so they could seek medical treatment on their wounds. I laid the Woman on the Floor, Putting a Pillow under her head making sure she is as comfortable as possible, I spread some blankets on the ground, soon after she crawled with my helping hand and laid on the Blanket. Damon was by my side again as I instructed him to open the medical Bag. He dropped the pair of scissors in my kidney dish that was filled with disinfectant, I pulled on my latex-free gloves, I positioned the Womans leg in between my standing figure. I checked her pulse, her blood pressure, I sent Damon to get me as many dried towels as possible from where ever he might find them. He soon came over in a hurry, I placed the large one under the Woman seeing as her back would break on the Marble floor. Her cries filled the room, I got my stopwatch out of my bag as I counted her contractions, each lasting 80 seconds every 7 minutes. Where was Mitchelle? Just as I was about to say something the Walkie Talkie let out a screeching sound.

"Major Lorraine, I can't make it for another 40 minutes, the roads are blocked and the next road is a kilometer away, with no place for Cars to pass through." I let out a curse as the Woman looked at me terrified probably thinking that there was something wrong with her. Her hand grasped mine as she tightened her Hand.

"Mira Soma."

"I *wheeze* speak *wheeze*,*hiss* English. My *wheeze*,*howl*,*cries* name is Tamara." No wonder she looked terrified, she probably figured out I wasn't a professional. Well, it's me or her Baby. Take it or leave it. Her head was drenched in sweat, while a soundlike wheeze left her mouth every now and then.

"Okay, Tamara. You have to bear with me. You must breathe, okay. I might not be a professional obstetrician, but I am the best offer you will get for now. So pardon me." She nodded again, as I smiled at her. There was another Contraction, this time I took out a drip of normal somaline that was stored in my bag, I unfolded the Medical stand as I hanged the bottle there. I injected the IV into her hand and turned it on. I covered her bare Legs and thighs with a towel, as I put on my mask and my scrubs also handing Damon some plastic scrubs. Damon held her hand as she was getting ready to push her baby out.

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Not knowing exactly how wide her Cervix was in length now, I could do nothing but guess, her breathing was unstable, through some classes I knew the 'basic, enough to help her deliver her baby safely.

"Tamara since when have you been having Contractions?"

"Yes- *wheeze*- terday." I nodded. It's fine she is in too much pain we might as well start now and get it over with.

"Tamara, you are going to start pushing now so you have to breathe, and stay calm." She nodded as she steadied her breath. Poor Damon looked frightened to the core, I really hope he won't pass out for the sake of this woman, his hand that was in that of Tamara was tightly held- no, crushed- by her hand. I paid no further attention to his well being as I turned back to Tamara's V*gina, which was in my view.

"So, Tamara, you are going to push now don't forget to breathe. Three, two, one."

She pushed as the baby's head came to my view, I counted down again. Three, two one. She pushed again as a little blood came out of her Vagina, not too much though.

"Calm Tamara. Aga-"

"Shut the fuck up! Do you wanna try pushing a fucking baby out of your Vagina! Come on! Help your fucking self! I swear that if you don't pop out this fucking shit out of me in the next minute, I will fucking, grab its head out of my Fucking Vagina!" I gulped in fear, then I looked at Damon who looked way more emotionally unstable than Tamara.

"Tamara, use that energy to push the head out. At the count of three. One, two, three."

She screamed as the baby's head came out once and for all. I grabbed its head gently as I supported Tamara as she pushed out the shoulders and the rest of its body, revealing that she was a girl. The baby's crying was heard in the entire bunker, good, she is healthy, Damon wrote down the time of birth as instructed. I took a towel cleaning the baby, I put her gently on her mother's stomach. I cleaned up the area that was covered in blood and in the amniotic fluids ('water' that the baby was in). Checking to see if the umbilical cord was not pulsating anymore, I put two clamps on her umbilical cord and cut it off.

Tamara looked at her daughter lovingly, no one, absolutely nobody would ever believe that she was the one cursing her baby just a few minutes before she was born.

"Hi. Miriam." I smiled at her given name, Miriam, beautiful. After five minutes, I heard her Placenta plop on the floor. Probably because she knew this wasn't her first kid she simply ignored the Placenta and continued to smile at her daughter who was sucking on her breasts. Damon was cleaning and disinfecting all the utensils as I inspected her Placenta making sure that everything was here. Once everything was fine Tamara wobbled to the couch with Damon's help, I cleaned up the area, I had to clean those utensils again.

"Tamara, can I use your stove?"

"Sure." She didn't look back at me, instead, she cooed her baby, I smiled at the delightful sight. Too bad, I didn't have my mother at my side for too long. My smile morphed into a sad, small smile. Damon's eyes met with mine as he stared at me studying my expressions.