Chapter 10

Chapter 10

It has been one hour since little Pamella came into this world, after staying with Tamara for half an hour and waiting for paramedics to take Pamella for a thorough check-up, Damon and I made our way to our next destination. We went from house to house, checked around, either we found hidden children or some really messed up corpses. To say that I regret eating breakfast would be an understatement, this is not the first time that I see dead people but trust me when I say that this is not something I am willing to get my eyes used to<.

After meeting a few Maldovian Volunteers and soldiers on the way we somehow made a small group with those who were English speakers, going from house to house, even having to set out fires with the help of firefighters.

Just one more hour till I can go back to Camp and get a good night's sleep and maybe call my family. Today was one of the two days on camp that we are allowed to use our cellphones for two hours. So I am going to make good use of it, and I might use the Leaders room since we have some really good wifi connections there.

Damon who was absolutely not socializing with anyone was head-on with getting this job done, following him without hesitation. I am slowly starting to regret the fact that I am such a good friend, I knew when my Dad said I shouldn't trust anybody he was specifying that statement on Zoe. If only I took my own well-being before my best friend's Hook-up life, I wouldn't be walking around so miserably with such a headstrong leader. Of course, his ambitions are admirable but not when I have to suffer with him at the cost of his aspiring achievements.

I mean I am quite successful myself but I don't go around making people suffer and make them have the same achievements as me. The commitment is too much, I would rather spare myself from any sort of responsibilities and allow peoples to evolve themselves, you know giving them a sense of self-achievements.

My feet are burning, I must say my Father must be proud, he would be complementing all the fat in my body that they are finally free from a person like me.

I mean I love my father and all, but that old man, it took me two DNA tests to confirm that he is truly my father and that he didn't steal me from an Orphanage.

"Major Lorraine?" I looked up and my eyes met Damon's eyes, arranging my posture I stand straight.

"Sir. Yes, Sir."

"Let us go to the town square now and get things settled. So we can head out now."

"Sir, Yes, Sir."

We- no,- I said my good-byes to our fellow travelers, making my way to follow that Iceblock called Damon.

He was walking when he suddenly came to stand at my side as he walked at the same pace as me.

"Well done today, Major Lorraine." Not daring to smile I nod curtly.

"Thank you, sir."

I am not going to lie, this man scares my entire being, left for the fact that he is always frowning or keeping a straight face he could probably be quite handsome, too bad his EQ must be, as low as that of birds.

Mirroring his straight expression I walk side by side with him purposely slowing my pace down, so he takes the lead. To be honest, even though I did say a few minutes ago that my appetite was gone that might just be my thinking because my stomach left a growl from itself that probably sounds like the growling of a lion. I squinted my eyes in embarrassment, hoping that Mr. Iceblock didn't hear it. To no avail, his head whipped back to me.

"Why didn't you talk if you are hungry? Do you want me to get fired because my soldiers are starving themselves?"

"No, sir."

"Do you have something to eat ?"

Yes, I have, but only one bar I can't risk being in an awkward situation with Mr. Owens so, as from now that invisible energy fruit-bar in my bag is not here.

"No, sir, I don't."

He rummaged through his bag and pulled out a fruit bar, this is going in the wrong direction, if he gives this to me now and gets hungry later on, just how do I expect to come out of this mess?

"Sir wait, I don't need it," think, think," I am on a diet."

Lorraine Mary Anderson, after years of upbringing in different homes, with different people, haven't you learned anything, what type of lousy excuse is this? He was silent for a moment eyeing me. Again! He is trying to figure me out again.

"It is an Apple fruit bar, Major, not a three-course meal." There is no other choice now, I surrender time for the truth.

"The truth is, Sir. I am allergic to Apples."

So much to the truth, Lorraine your Mother must be rolling in her grace in disappointment, what a shame to your father who thinks he has brought up a truthful sweet girl.

"Well, that is unavoidable."

It would be if it were true.

"Sir, if there isn't anything should we continue going?"

He glanced like he was shaking off his thoughts at me and nodded making his way towards the town square. Yet my stomach did not pardon me, as a matter of fact, the growl that came from me next reminded me of an earthquake I had experienced in Manslaughter my very first Mission.

I clenched my eyes together and pressed my hand into my stomach, the sound reduced a little as I held my breath hoping that this embarrassment would stop. Finally, we reached the town square where my colleagues are gathered eating their snacks. Zoe the person who should be my best friend in time of need was eating a sandwich lustfully, she must have felt my glaring at her side because seeping with Guilt she turned to me.

My eyes must have sent her on a free trial of heaven because the way she rushed to me could have made her lose all the fat that Sandwich made her gain.

"Major Lorraine, are you okay?"

She took the backbag of my back leading me to a bench making me seat down she starts massaging my shoulders.

"Why? Are you by any means feeling Guilty? No, don't answer me. Let us sever our relationship, there are no profits from this friendship for me."

"Come on Lorraine it couldn't have been that bad."

"Zoe I would kick your ass but I am tired now."

"This is truly a sign that you must be really exhausted. I am sorry, and thank you for being my friend." She wrapped her arm around my neck.

"I love you so much."

"Honestly, I can't say the same to you, I am rethinking where I went wrong in my sophomore year.

"Oh come on Lorr, we both know that due to your lack of socializing I quickly found you suspicious and followed you around leaving no room for my curiosity.

"Now I remember. You tailed me because I had the highest points at our semester exam and you were feeding of envy. Just how exciting."

"I was not. I was just really happy that someone else besides me was very good at medicine."

I rolled my eyes smiling at our memories. A clap interrupted our conversation, and of course, it was none other than Mr. Iceblock.

"Let us get going now, the cars are parked a few minutes away from here, get going in the groups you came in. Now, let us get back before dinner, we still have some training to do."

People filed into groups while Zoe and I made ourselves to Damon and Michael, they were immersed in a conversation about the next plans.

"Let's go."

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The car ride was spent with Michael and Damon talking about further plans.

"Major Lorraine?" Michaels voice that addressed me took my attention.

"Yes, sir."

"I heard you are exceptionally good in one on one combat." Not to brag, but I was extremely good at everything, nevermind that, I am bragging.

"Yes, sir."

"Then I will have to trouble you to have some training with the medical team. They are about twenty-plus a few Maldovian soldiers if I got it right ?"

"Yes sir. "

"Good, that is planned then. " He smiled at me from ear to ear, not able to return that big smile I smiled regularly.

Knowing that I would have a chance to teach today made me smile, maybe the fact that this would mean that I would be underestimated and when they least expect it I would crush them. Fantastic.

Probably looking like a maniac, I smiled to myself with my malicious smile and thoughts.

Poor Kids will be suffering real good Today.

Zoe who knew what was coming for her was going through some real mental distress the frown on her face made it evident.

Usually, I am quite graceful and keep to myself, but after finding my love in Violence and patching people up I kind of made it my hobby, and let me just say, I am no lady when it comes to fighting.

I already feel sorry for them.

Yet I could care less, after all, I am helping them, man, up so they won't end up as dead meat, the paperwork would be too much.

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