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This Means War

The Sgt cleared his throat and continued to speak. "I have a special mission for you all." A nervous smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "You all will be going to the front lines to fight." Everyone in the room either let out a gasp or groan. Others were completely silent. I dropped my fork on my plate, letting it cling against the tray. I could swear my heart stopped. "You'll have a little less than a week to get ready. This camp is also, hereby on lock down. No one will be leaving until the battle. Anyone who tries to make a run for it will be incarcerated." He finished. A wave of protest and complaints from the soldiers followed his speech as he left the stage.

"They're sending us to be slaughtered!" I said in disbelief. "So this is our last meal?" I huffed. I couldn't believe it. They were sending us to be killed.

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"To be honest, I don't care for the occasion of the meal. I'm just happy we're being fed real food. It's the closest thing I've had to a home cooked meal since I got drafted." I took a bite of my steak. I tried so hard not to just scarf all of my food down, but it wasn't easy. Everyone else was doing it, so why couldn't I? For a few minutes, we focused on our food. As I popped a shrimp in my mouth, a voiced came through a loud speaker.

"Excuse me? Is this thing on?" Someone tapped on the mic a few times, fiddling around with the cord, making the speakers screech. Everyone in the room cringed at the sound, most dropping their utensils on their plates to cover their ears. "Hello, I'm Sgt. Don." A man spoke. "I'm here to congratulate you on all of your brave work here." Silence began to fill the room but was quickly interrupted by a dry cough from one of the soldiers. "I hope you're all enjoying your meal. It's from The General and I. " He nodded off to the General who stood at the back of the food hall.

I turned towards Sam, raising a brow, wondering what was going on. "So this is a 'thank you' dinner?." I whispered. Everything seemed too good and I wasn't quite sure what to expect next. I didn't trust it.

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"I have no clue." I said between bites, covering my mouth with my hand, hiding any exposed food I was chewing. I cut the tails of the shrimp off and shoved one in my mouth. It was so good I almost didn't want to eat it all. I wanted to save some for later. But I knew I couldn't. Shoving another bite in, I sat back and rested a hand on my stomach. "Maybe they just want to do something nice for us. I mean, we are risking our asses for them." I ate some more.

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"Yeah, me too." I huffed, still cautiously looking around the room. This was weird.I'd never heard of anything like this happening at any of the bases before. "Let's just go eat." I nodded over to a table that only had a few people sitting at it. Most of the other tables were full or only had one seat available. It would be hard to find a place to eat if we didn't sit now. Once we reached our table, I sat down and pulled out a seat for Sam, just to make things a little easier for him. Ignoring the music, I unwrapped the napkin from around my utensils and began to cut my steak. Around us, I could hear the other soldiers questioning what was going on. It seemed to me like no one knew why we were having this gourmet dinner.

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"It might be?" I replied. "Or maybe their fattening us up to send us back out to the Jaxlors." I whisperd. "I don't know. I guess we'll find out soon, huh?" I looked him in the eyes then turned back to the woman serving up food. I got a steak, shrimp, and vegetables. I wanted fries too, but I didn't want to look greedy. As I stepped out of line, I heard something.
"Do you hear that?" I asked. "It's music. What the hell?" I raised a brow, and looked around the room. "What's going on?"

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I glanced behind me at Sam to see him leaning on the counter. He looked tired, but I wouldn't mention it. "Oh look!" I nodded as we neared the front. "Looks like they have some steak." I paused. "I can't tell what else they have though. Probably some fries or something. But it still smells great." I was handed a blue plastic tray and continued down the line. "Steak, shrimp, fries, vegetables..." I trailed of, naming everything I could see.

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"Thanks." I said with a smile as I walked through the door. I was greeted by an abundance of smells of whatever was cooking. "Goodness, that smells terrific." I looked back at Sam then towards the short line to the food. "I wonder what they're serving?" I let the way to the food line and tried to peek over the counter. I couldn't see what they'd be serving us. "Can you see anything?" I asked, Sam. My stomach growled even louder than before.

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"Close your eyes really tight. If you believe in yourself, you might just be able to teleport." I joked, smirking at him. I could hear my stomach start to growl. I was sure the whole camp could hear it. "Hopefully it will only take us about five or so more minutes to get there, 'cause I'm tired of walking too."

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"You're gonna hurt someone, huh?" I smiled, reaching out arm to nudge him but stopped, knowing that would hurt him. "Yeah, we'll see about that." I chuckled. "As for the menu, I [i]do[/] hope there is something good. I just realized we haven't had a real meal in about two days." I frowned. "And the more that I think about it, the hungrier I get." I poked my stomach out and patted it. "I need some food." I said, making my voice deeper in attempt to sound like a man. I failed, wiggling my eyebrows at Sam and laughing.

Walking Dead - Miami, Florida

Honestly, I think you should do a reboot.