June 28, 2075

1327 CDT

The Undead Forest, Between Mexico City and The Gulf of Mexico

Billy Cooper's Point of View

“Do you have the medicine?” Dara asks as she helps me up.

“Are there any chicks with you?” Damian asks in worry.

“Yeah, wait a second. I thought there were supposed to be four people with you?! Don’t tell me they…” Dara asks in confusion.

“I have the medicine, but the others are in trouble, and yes, there are two women with us!”

“Where” Damian quickly asks.

“Simping will get you nowhere,” Dara says with an eye-roll.

“They should be that way…” I say as I point.

“Thanks,” Damian says as he rushes off.

“He’s so thirsty,” Dara says in disappointment.

“Should we help him?” I ask.

“No. He’s got it. Besides, I have to take you to… ugh! Minerva,” she explains in irritation. “I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Dara, and the deviant, no charm of a flirt is Damian, and you are?”

“Billy Cooper. Dara, you’re so cool! It’s like you were dancin’ and fightin’ at the same time, ok?!” I say.

“Thank you, Billy Cooper. It’s called Capoeira, and I’d love to educate you all about it, but those Behemoths won’t stay down for long. Their minuscule brains don’t match their bodies, therefore it’s difficult for me to slice through them on the first try. They’re gonna regenerate and be super-duper pissed off, so it’d be smart to leave while we still can,” she explains as she adjusts her earpiece. “ However, I must warn you! Admiral Minerva Silva is a great leader, but she’s such a freaking deviant! I swear, people only listen to her because of her big, floppy breasts!” Dara says as she mockingly sways her chest. “And then she has the utmost nerve to act like why she gets so much extra attention!”

“Wow! It sounds like you two are great friends!” I say.

“No, it doesn’t! Billy, one time she told me to pilot the boat “onward!” I said, where? She said, “To victory!” And I told her that I don’t know where the hell that is! But then she said, “Dara, you must look within.” And I’m like what does that even mean?”

*

Meanwhile

Anna Robinson’s Point of View

“You two are so heavy!” I say as I drag Sonya and General Farrington.

“That’s not nice, Anna,” Sonya barely manages to say.

I am demanding a promotion after this. Better yet, a pedicure. Dragging you two into who knows where is the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. I am not built for this. This is so utterly disgraceful, and I deserve better than this. How am I not dead? How are we not dead? Oh, what am I saying? I just hope Billy made it, otherwise, this mission will have been for naught.

“Anna,” Sonya points at a zombie headed our way.

You’re supposed to be paralyzed. How are you still moving?

“Don’t worry. I got it,” I say.

Wait, what’s that? How curious. A blue light?

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What the?! An explosion? Wait! Who is that?!

“The Olympian was correct,” A man says as he approaches with his hands up.

“Identify yourself?!” I say.

“Don’t shoot! Do you remember?” He asks.

Remember? Oh. The password.

“Laura?” I say.

“Corrigir (correct),” he says as he suddenly kneels in front of me. “The name’s Damian Arquiero.”

“What on earth are you doing?” I ask.

“I can tell that you’re not from Earth because your beauty is out of this world,” he says.

“Excuse me? Ah!” I say.

Why are you so close to my face?!

“I see,” he rudely inspects. “38-32-41. Ouch.”

He deserved that smack in the face from me.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Damian?!” I ask.

“My apologies. The brave boy with the machete, hat, and shaggy hair sent me to save you,” he says.

Billy! So, he made it. My suspicions were correct. You’re not just a pervert, you’re an Athenian.

“Undoubtedly, Damian?” I ask.

“Yes, I’ve come to save you from being single,” he says.

*

10 Minutes Later

On a Beach Near the Gulf of Mexico

Admiral Minerva’s Speedboat

Billy Cooper’s Point of View

“So, the more momentum you have, the more power they build up, Dara?” I ask her.

“Your fundamentals are superb, Billy,” she says.

“That is so cool! Your Halos fit your fightin’ style so perfectly!” I say to Dara.

“If we don’t get eaten alive, shot, stabbed, or tossed overboard, then I’m gonna have to teach you how to dance and I’d like you to teach me about cars and stuff because I don’t really understand the shit,” Dara says as we exchange a fist bump. “Sigh, I wish Damian wasn’t such a perverted flirt.”

“What does Damian’s Halo do,” I ask.

“Nothing really. My Halos are very graceful while his Halo just blows shit up,” she explains in irritation as we continue to be on the lookout. “It can do other stuff too, but the blowing shit up function is very effective. Basically, he tags you with a blue chemical or something, shoots an arrow at you, and then boom! Shit blows up!”

“I have a friend who would like that,” I say.

“I bet they’re just as annoying as Damian then,” Dara says.

“I don’t think so. She kinda reminds me of you a little bit, ok?”

“Oh, so she’s breathtaking and awe-inspiring.”

“Yes, but angrier and vulgar.”

“Dara!” Damian yells out in the distance.

*

5 Minutes Later

1345 CDT

*

“Billy, I can’t believe we actually completed the mission. So early too,” Anna says with a smile as she rubs her neck wound.

“Yeah,” I say.

Seina. I’ll never forget you.

“The New World really is as unpredictable and chaotic as they say,” Anna chuckles as she daydreams at the bright sky. “I don’t know why, but I’m going to miss Jake and the others. I hate to admit it, but they did what they had to do, and Sonya and General Farrington did what they had to do as well,” she explains with a sad look in her eyes. “I froze up too, so don’t feel too bad. You did nothing wrong.”

“Wow, Anna. Even though you’re not from Earth, you’re adaptin’ much faster than I ever will,” I say.

“I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or bad thing though, Billy,” Anna says in a somber tone as she inspects her nails.

“You drive me crazy!” Dara yells out in anger as she and Damien enter the deck.

Uh oh.

“Another lover’s quarrel,” Anna chuckles.

“Of course, we all listen to her. Have you seen her chest?!” Damien says in a calm tone.

“You’re so stupid! There’s no association between her chest and… and her leadership skills!” Dara cries in frustration.

“Well, both have enormous mass,” Damien explains as he inspects one of his arrows.

“Ugh! Men only care about one thing when it comes to women!” Dara continues to vent.

“Not true. We care about two things, but they bear no importance to the most critical attribute of a woman,” Damien explains as he looks Dara in the eyes.

“And what would that be?” Dara asks with a painful-looking eye-twitch as she crosses her arms.

“Personality,” Damien unfolds.

“Yes! Air! Green air!” A woman shouts in excitement as she leaps onto the deck.

“Admiral wait! You still need time to recover!” A girl’s voice shouts in exhaustion near the deck’s entrance.

“Nonsense, Aayushi! I feeleth fine, and I must congratulate my saviors before they depart!” Minerva explains as she observes the beautiful view of the beach.

Admiral Minerva Silva! A very beautiful tall woman with black, long braided hair, brown eyes, grey cloak, and a bright smile. And it looks like Damian was right about her chest.

“Billy, stop staring at her. You are too pure for this world,” Anna says with a look of disapproval.

“Billy, Anna!” Sonya says in a troubled tone as she runs towards us. “We’ve just been notified that Angela Blackwood and her troops will be arriving in Olympus tomorrow!”

What?!

“The Royals are so intelligent,” Anna says in a mixed tone.

“W’rry not about going backeth through the f’rest!” Minerva says. “I oweth mine own life to thee all, which is why mine own crew and I shall risketh our liveth to traveleth through the dang’rous Gulf of Mexico so thee can reunite with thy loved ones!” Minerva says in a lively tone.

“You’re annoying,” Dara says in irritation.

“Dara! Damien! I kneweth I could rely on mine own most wondrous soldi’rs f’r this mission!” Minerva thanks as she embraces the two.

“I hate you,” Dara says as she reluctantly returns the hug.

“Anything for you, Minerva,” Damien says as he happily returns the hug.

“You heard our friend,” General Farrington announces as he enters the deck. “I hope none of you suffer from seasickness.”

“Hmm. No rest for the weary, huh?” Sonya asks with a slight smile.