While Owen was taking a nap in the field hospital Jonh and the others were acessing damages from the attack.
*heave-ho*
*poff*
Cris and Jonh pry open a crate that looked undamage.
“No good Cris. This one is busted too.”
“Cook off?”
“Yeah……I can search for lost round in there If you want.”
“No. Thats a waste of energy.”
“What about the boxes we were carrying in our APC?”
“I counted that…….It will last for only for 3 days for the six of us let a alone feed and arm this whole platoon.”
“Shit…”
Sam, Mike and the soldiers were becoming unease as they started prying open other crates nearby. The ammo store in the crates was now only a pile of brass and ash and the food storaged in the was bloated or rip open by the bullets of the monsters.
In desperation Mike with a wet towel covering his mouth and nose bravely enter the spply truck filled with smoke.
“The fuck you doing Mike!!!”
*huff huff*
*heave-ho*
*throws*
With in secounds crates came hurling through out of the truck’s back.
*cough cough*
*puke*
“Ahhhhhh……..Thinks thats the last of them.”
Jonh and Cris came running towards Mike after hearing the noises.
“Why would do that for Mike!??!!?”
“What are gonna waste some valueable supplies, Cris!??!”
“You could have passed out in there!!!!……You know we already have two men down!!!!
“……..Sorry just wanted to help.”
*pats shoulder*
“Calm down Cris……..Look on the bright side we have some crates let’s see what is in them.”
“Yeah…..Let’s do It Jonh.”
*poff*
They opened the remaining crates Mike had brought from the truck. Thankfully they were intact alongside with their content. With this Cris ordered the officer to ration the ammo and food between the soldiers as he went back into APC to report to higher command.
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*lowers brigde*
*step step step*
*shuffle shuffle*
*radio static*
“(radio) This is eagle eye. Vanguard do you copy?”
“Copy”
“(radio)Tenent Cris. What you need to report?”
“Sargent we have beem ambushed in the crossroad next to the zoo. We have lost almost all of our supplies is there any chance a convoy will passed by our location.”
“(radio)………Unfortunely the next convoy will only passed by you tomorrow. How much supply do you have left?”
“For only a day with a little streatch two. But I don’t think we would be able to hold another attack like that.”
“(radio)………I will diverge a scort towards your location.
“Roger that.”
Cris was about to turn off the radio.
“(radio)Say It tenent Is the boy and the dragon ok?”
“Sargent with all honest Owen is in a state of shock and bttle fatigue but the dragon seem to be doing well as far as I know.”
“(radio)………I see…….Then I’am sad to announce that the vanguard is to abandon this post and relief serpent one in the white house. and then proceed to help with the encirclement of the armory.”
“Sir……..We are in no conditions to fight.”
“(radio) Tenent Cris this is not my order this is an order from high command. Be ready by afternoon 16’oclock
*grips*
“Sir!!…..”
*radio static*
*sigh*
Cris got out of the APC. Frustated he went back to his friends.
“What the sargent said Cris?”
“Said we need to get to the white House by 4pm Jonh.”
Mike quickly looks at his watch.
“Is he crazy It’s already 3pm……We barely have enough supplies and Owen is in no state of fight.”
“Can’t we say fuck It and just go towards the island by the southern route, Cris?”
“We can bit the bullet but with federal troops around there I doubt they would belive what hunters say.”
“…….Fuck.”
While Cris, Mike and Sam were discussing Jonh takes a moment to sit on the brigde of the APC. He takes a deep breath resting his forehead on his hands.
*step step step*
“huh?”
“Fuaaaah.”
“Oh……It’s you buddy……..”
“Fuaaaah.”
Phyro snuggles next to Jonh. Feeling Jonh distress he emits a warmth aura to comfort his master’s father.
“Thanks…..”
“Fuaaaaaaah!!!”
*pats*
“……..You have beem a good boy ……..Thanks for always being by the side of my son.
“(distance) Mister Severin!!! Mister Severin!!!!”
Jonh did not pay attention towards the cries of the woman until she was feet from him.
*snaps*
“Are you mister Severin?”
“yes……..Is there any problem miss?”
“Your wife wants to talk with you.”
“I see…….Can you show me the way?”
“Of course.”
Cris and the others look at the distraught Jonh but they remained in silence and watch him stumbles towards the field hospital. Jonh on the other hand was so worried he did not say a single word till he was inside his son’s room.
“(muffled) May I come inside miss Severin?”
“Of course.”
*gently opens door*
“I brought your husband you said you want to talk with him.”
Jonh steps into the room. Seeing Owen once more taking medication and resting in a hospital bed made his hearth drop. But he stays firm and tries to appear unfazed. Carol gives a small head gesture for the nurse to leave the room.
“Excuse me miss Severin.”
*gently closes door*
“Jonh…..Owen is just a little sick. You don’t need to worry so much. And don’t need to act tough here.”
*pull chairs*
“I know……Mike told me the details…….It’s just that seeing him like this……”
“I know but you need to know thats just fatigue give him a few hours and he will be back to playing again.”
*sigh*
“ We will not have this time Carol.”
A chill went down Carol’s spine as her face of calm suddenly turns into one of worry.
“What do you mean by this?”
“Cris recive a message from Muller he gave us a deadline of departure by 4pm.”
“Fuck…..What are going to do them. Drive him towards a warzone!!!!!?!?!?”
Jonh jumps from his chairs.
“I know thats why Mike and Cris are thinking about something!!!!!!”
The two discuss for a few minutes arguing not noticing that the comotion had awoken Owen.
“(sleepy)……..Mommy?……..Daddy?”
Hearing the sleepy voice of their son the shouting match beteween the two had stopped.
“Yes honey we are here with you.”
“Don’t wordy son me and your mom just had a small desagreement."
Owen even in high medication lifts up from the bed. His mother and father tries to hold him but he refuse the act.
“I heard everything……mommy……daddy……I will go……people need me.”