Learning To Live

In the year 2086, infection has broken out all over the world. There is believed to be only three percent of humanity scattered across the globe. This young girl has lost everything; her parents her best friends, her siblings, almost everything! But she refuses to give up--for if she gives up, she will lose all hope, and never see her Aunt Maryann again; her last chance for something to save herself, and her sanity. Will she ever find her Aunt Maryann? Or will she spend the rest of her life in Base Camp 1, waiting for a cure?


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7. Chapter 7

The timer had thirty seconds on it. I had my knives in hand. Waiting for Chief to call it and the timer to start.

"Begin!"

I threw the first knife at the Zombie Dummy, it hit it's neck.

"Aim for their head!" Logan exclaimed excitedly.

I threw the second one. It hit the dummy's head, straight on the target.

"Come on Rylee! Three more!" Christian yelled.

Again, and again, and again, until all the Zombie Dummies had knives in their head and neck.

"You got all of them!" Logan exclaimed cheerfully.

We had been at this for at least 2 days, first with the information and the lecture and now the "Zombie Combat" as Logan described.

"9 seconds! New record!" Chief exclaimed.

I smiled and Logan came over to me, picked me up and spun me around.

"Stop!" I laughed. "Put me down!"

He obeyed with a cute smile on his face.

I smiled back at him. I honestly wouldn't say we were together, but I did like him... A lot.

Which is why leaving him would be so hard.

 

"You did awesome in training today, Rylee!" Logan exclaimed cheerfully.

I smiled. "Thanks,"

His eyes brightened and smiled back at me. I loved his smile.

"Come on, let's go eat dinner," He said, putting his hand protectively on my shoulder to guide me.

We walked in to the kitchen and grabbed a plate.

Dinner was green beans, mashed potatoes and fruit. We don't get much meat in the training bases.

After I got my food, I sat down at a table in the classroom. Logan sat down next to me.

"I'll be back, I forgot a fork," I said getting up.

"Get me one?" Logan asked.

"No," I said and smiled.

"Please?" He asked, as I walked into the kitchen.

I grabbed two forks out of the drawer, and turned around about to walk back in to the classroom when someone bumped in to me.

"Oh, I-I'm sorry, I-I didn't see you," The girl with black hair stuttered.

"It's fine," I said, brushing a strand of hair behind my ears.

I'm Tyler," She squeaked.

"I'm Rylee," I said and thought for a second. " You're not afraid of me, are you?"

"Kind of," She admitted. "I mean--you flipped Ethan over your shoulder like he weighed nothing,"

"It's just survival skills," I explained. "I won't hurt you unless you give me a reason too,"

"Okay," She said, but she was still shaky.

I nodded my head and walked back to the classroom. "Here," I said and handed Logan a fork.

"Thanks," He said.

 

 

Everyone has gone into their rooms, and gone to sleep. Everyone except me, because I have been preparing.

"I need a backpack," I mumbled and silently ran into the supply room.

I found a black, medium sized backpack and gathered some clothes to put in the bag. Next, I grabbed 3 switch blades, 2 knives and knife sheathes, and a pair of black combat boots, and slipped them on.

I strapped a knife sheath around my waist, and one around my thigh and put the two knives in them.

And lastly, I grabbed three cans of food and stuffed them in my bag.

I took one last look at the training facility and stepped out into the infected night.

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