Wyvermill vs. Norborough
Today was a gloomy day. The sky was grey, the clouds hid the sun, and the wind blew like something fierce. It was quiet in the cabins. Everyone in the girls hall was either reading, sleeping, or watching television.You could hear the guys on the opposite end of the hall yelling at each other over a heated card game. It was one of those days. I relaxed in my bed, picking with strings on the edges of one of my blankets. A loud bell rang, filling my cabin with much more noise than it was used to at the moment. "Dinner Time!" A strong males voice yelled down the hall. We were on a strict eating schedule here. I pulled myself out of bed, slid on my combat boots, and pulled a hoodie over my head. Keeping the hood up, I adjusted the drawstrings and pulled them tight, making sure when I exited the cabins the wind wouldn't get to me.
"Geez it's cold out here." I muttered to myself as I walked down the pathway to the Eating Hall, appropriately nicknamed the 'Mess Hall' by the soldiers. In just a few minutes I was walking through the doors. I was greeted by a burst of warm air and the many smells of whatever was being served. It smelled like pasta. I smiled, grabbing a tray, getting in line, and waiting for my food to be served to me. A tall, slender red head man wearing a hairnet slopped some pasta on a plate and handed it to me. "Gee, thanks." I said sarcastically. I took my tray and sat at a table, saying my grace and slowly beginning to eat. I wasn't hungry today though. Something didn't seem right. I felt a little on edge but I had no clue why. The hall was a lot more quite than usual and had a sort of eerie feeling to it.
BOOM. I heard an explosion in the distance. It was followed by the screams of my comrades. We were caught off gaurd, under attack, and vulnerable. We weren't ready for this.
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Name: Daisy Morris
History: Daisy is the youngest of three siblings. Her parents are still happily together. Her father is a policeman and her mother is a receptionist at a hospital. Thus they’re always working which often means Daisy is alone. Three years ago, Daisy’s eldest brother, Alex died in the war. He was killed in action. They were very close, best friends even. When he died, Daisy’s world went dark. She isolated herself from her friends and family. It was first death she’s ever dealt with. She felt more alone than ever. She began to have terrible dreams. They weren’t always bad, but most of the time they were. And every now and then, they return to haunt her for the night. Her depression didn’t last long though. Daisy got back on her feet and returned to her spunky, almost normal self. The middle child, 19 year old Violet is troublesome. She did indeed have the “middle child syndrome”. She pulled Daisy into almost everything she got into. They didn’t get along much and didn’t stay around each other long. Soon enough, Violet was called out to serve her country when she became of age. Daisy once again was officially alone…. Besides her parents of course. Though Violet and Daisy didn’t get along as well as her and her brother, she still worries for her sister’s safety out there. A few months before her 18th birthday, Daisy is called out to war as well. Her parents are crushed. They’ve lost one child to the war and fear they might lose their last two children next. Daisy has finished up with her training and has been on just a few missions. From what she’s seen, she can tell you some devastating stories about what’s out there.
Personality: Daisy is very outgoing and sometimes outspoken. But that doesn’t get in the way of her meeting new people. She’s tough, almost fearless, and ready for anything. Don’t let her tough cookie attitude fool you. When she’s scared, she has no problem with admitting it, backing out, or definitely quitting. Yep, she’s a quitter. Daisy is impatient and at times she can have quite the temper. When she’s really upset, her face turns red and she balls up her fists at her sides. She’s not the type to start fights, but she won’t back down from one either. The death of her brother has hardened her a tiny bit. She doesn’t like to talk about her feelings much, but when she does, she lets you have it. This little spunky fireball isn’t as tough as she seems. When you get to know her, she’s one of the nicest people you could ever meet. She loves to talk and her smile can brighten your day! She’s a bit of a goofball and if you’re watching, you can see her making funny faces at people. She loves to laugh and finds even the corniest jokes funny.
Name: Samuel Pace (Most commonly known as Sam)
Sam is a smart guy who never really knew what to do with his knowledge. He’s brave without realising it and is too curious for his own good, often ending with him in a lot of trouble. Sam is the definition of nice and always puts others before himself, determined to never become his father. He has big self-confidence issues and at times can be slightly reckless. Sam has always been shy, never interacting well with other people and not really knowing how to talk to them.
Sam Pace, an only child, was raised by his widowed father who never really knew how to talk to or look after his son. His mother died when he was young so he never knew anything about her, despite his father knowing that Sam was exactly like her. Sam never really felt like he belonged anywhere, leaving him working in his father’s electrical company for most of his afternoons, working the odd job to escape from his slow home life. When the war came about his father turned to alcohol, ignoring Sam even more and then the dreaded letter came in the mail, Sam’s name written on the front. His father barely batted an eye when he left for training, and since has only sent a postcard once a month in the mail with ‘hope you are well’, scrawled in pencil on the back.
Yet another one. Another stupid bloody postcard. Sitting on my bed, I stared at the image on the front of it, another landscape that meant absolutely nothing to me. Sighing, I flipped it over half hoping that maybe there might be a ridiculous smiley face on the back, but nevertheless the same four words printed in pencil, smudged this time so I could barely make them out. But I didn't have to read it to know what it said. Hope you are well. Well thanks Dad, you too. Leaning down, I reached under my bed as the guys in our hall roared once again, engrossed in their card game. Pulling out an old shoe box, I opened it up and dropped the new postcard on top of a stack of old ones. Not giving them a second thought, I closed it quickly and slid it back under my bed as the lunch bell rang.
Already dressed in jeans and a jacket, I stood up and quickly made my way through the hall eager to get lunch over and done with so I wouldn't have to sit through any of those awkward conversations that I never knew how to participate in. Pushing open the swinging door with my shoulder, my hands stuffed deep into my pockets, I walked over to retrieve a tray of gloppy pasta from a skinny ginger that I said a quick thanks to, and sat down at the nearest empty table, digging in, even though I wasn't the slightest bit hungry.
BOOM. I straightened up, my mouth full of pasta, pausing my chewing to hear the screams of those in my own camp. An attack, that was for sure. And from the sounds they were definitely hand grenades that were exploding, they'd be close. Too close to run. I swallowed my mouthful as fast as I could without choking myself and dropped my fork onto my plate, leaving it clanging breaking the silence of the food hall.
For some reason, my reaction wasn't to immediately get up and help. I kind of sat there in my seat, still chewing on my noodles and scooping another mouthful in as the clanging of someone's fork hit their plate. I didn't want to fight. Not today. It was so cold and gloomy out. It looked as if it were going to rain and I wouldn't be surprised if it did. I looked around at some of the people still standing in line to get their food. Most of them were still standing there. Their mouths to the floor and eyes wide. Others ran to help.
BOOM another bomb went off. The Mess Hall shook and the lights flickered on and off. I sighed, pulling an elastic hair scrunchie from my wrist and pinning my hair up. I stood up, cracking my back and then my knuckles. "Alrighty. Let's get this show on the road!" I yelled. "We can't just sit here with dumb expressions on our faces. Y'all know what to do. Get movin' so we're not barbequed in the next few seconds!" I began half jogging half walking to the emergency supply closet, tossing guns to open hands and grabbing one for myself.
My attention was somehow pulled from the explosions outside our door, to a girl who began yelling instructions to every one. I cleared my throat and stood up, determined to do what I could for this stupid camp. Moving over to her, I held my hands out for a gun. I was better with bombs than I was with guns but I'd learnt and trained as much as I could with these weapons and was ready to do my best. "Sam." I said simply, introducing myself to her trying to catch her eye, impressed with her actions.
"The names, Daisy. Nice to meet you, Sam." I gave him a smile. I knew this wasn't a smiling matter, but I felt like giving a smile would be good at a time like this. Calm some people down a bit. I looked him over. He was in my cabin... In the boys hall of course but I'd seen him around. From what I'd observed the few times I've seen him, he's quiet. I liked that already. Mysterious. "Ready to go out there and kick some butt?" I said, nudging him in the shoulder with my own as I walked by him and to the door.
I gave her a small smile in return and looked down to the gun in my hand, making a quick decision. Following her, I flanked her side and spoke, "They're using typical hand grenades, the M67. They can be thrown from 30 to 35 meters by the average soldier, which means they're close. They've got a 3 second fuse and a injury radius of 45ft, 15 meters, so stay back and be careful." I just threw the information at her as I pushed the door open, letting her go through before I followed, hoping my spare time reading books in the library hall could be of some use. "From what I can tell..." I added quietly.
My mouth dropped as he laid all the information on me. I was surprised all of that info came out of him. "Uhhh... Ok." I said, nodding my head and doing exactly as he said.
Smoke filled the air, making it hard for me to really see anything and making it even harder for me to breathe. "I can't see anything." I mumbled, pulling my hoodie over my mouth, hoping it would make my breathing easier. Squinting my eyes I could see black figures with gas mask on their faces emerging from the thick, now blackening smoke. "Start shooting!" I yelled, hoping Sam would do so as I took the lock off of my gun and pulled the trigger. Two people went down, but it wasn't by my hand. I missed completely. There was a girl behind me, laughing as she continued to shoot at the enemy. 'Ok, weird.' I thought, raising my eyes at her for just a second before I focused back on the enemy. They began shooting back, sending more people in front of them and charging right at us. "Ahw, crap." I bit my lip. The small group of soldiers with me weren't going to be enough to take down everyone charging at us. We needed back up.
Following Daisy's instructions, I flicked the safety off of the gun in my hands and aimed as well as I could through the black smoke, hitting a few soldiers and taking them down. "We need to get back, there's too many of them. We've got to regroup." I shouted to Daisy as I held my gun high, shooting whoever I could while backing away from the advancing troops. How did they move in so quickly? And how was it possible that none of our defence systems or perimeter soldiers were alarmed? None of it made sense at the moment and there wasn't any time to think about it either.
"But-" I cut myself off, looking to Sam, then towards the approaching soldiers. He was right. We needed to regroup. "Alright." I nodded at him, continuing to shoot as I began to back away. A sharp whistle went right passed my ear. It was a bullet and luckily it had just missed me. "Go back!" I shouted at my comrades. "There's too many of them. We're dead meat out here!" I felt like I was in charge. I was just a regular soldier like the rest of them. Where was the commander? Why were we so alone out here? And was our camp being overrun? It was going to be in a few if we didn't get some real power and backup on our side.