About five minutes later we reached a well hidden spot that was covered by large trees and bushes. We’d be able to stay here for a bit while we figured ourselves out. On our way to this spot, I had talked to the other soldiers with us and discovered who was who.
There was only one other guy with us, Luke Burns, who was tall and muscular at twenty two, with dark black hair that accentuated the brown tan he had.
Christy Pearson, who was small for her twenty one years of age, was a no nuisance kind of girl. Straight blonde hair kept tight in a ponytail, she stood strong next to Penelope Write.
Penelope, at nineteen, only had a couple of inches on Daisy but her long light brown plait made her seem taller in a way that apparently only hair could.
They’d all come from our base, and their stories sounded familiar to mine and Daisy’s. Drafted, dead siblings or parents, the list could go on. Each of them was just as keen to get out of that replacement base as we all were, all of us agreeing the oatmeal was the worst thing so far.