Alarm clock rings and Jared jumps from his bed. Clock reads six thirty and he soon gets up to get ready for the day. Washing up in his small little shack its a small little room where he has his bed, sinks, and fridge all cramped up. His clothes are hanging outside along with his neighbors clothes. He opens his window to grab his clothes from the pulley system. He's half-way to getting his clothes when it suddenly stops. He tugs on it for a while before seeing his neighbor Mrs. Finch tugging on it as well. He sighs and gives a half-hearten smiles to her.
"Mrs. Finch hi, say listen do you mind letting go for a moment. I need to get ready for the day and.."
"I've already told you about this boy. The thing makes too much noise."
"I understand that Mrs. Finch but there is nothing I can do about. Look can you please let go I need my clothes."
"Boy do not raise your voice at me. I've told you one to many times that this thing makes noise and yet you keep making this thing do the noise every damn time."
"Mrs. Finch I have nothing to do with the noise. Listen I have to get going I'm going to be late."
"I've got all day boy. Me and my grip got nothing to lose."
Jared sighs as he try's to tug the clothes line to him but yet Mrs. Finch won't budge. This keeps going back and forth for a few mins until someone comes by and sees Jared having a tug of war with Mrs. Finch. He shouts with an Australian accent.
"Oi you fucken cunt. Were running late mate. The fuck ya doing."
"Aussie, not now I'm having a little trouble here I'll be down in a minute."
Aussie looks at Mrs. Finch and shouts. "Mrs Finch, let go of the damn rope, can't you see the cunt is running late."
"I'll let go once Jared here promises to fix the noise it makes."
"If the noise bothers ya just fix the damn thing yourself. Now let it go."
Mrs. Finch grunts at Jared and lets go of the clothes line. Jared pulls his clothes to him and then gets changed. He wears denim dark blue jeans, a long sleeve shirt that has a bands name on it along with tour dates on the back. I long over coat jacket, white socks. He puts on his steel toe boots and walks out of the door. Climbing down the stair carefully as he passes by a baby alone playing with its toy. He smiles and waves at the baby and carefully steps over it. The baby waves back cutely as Jared walks away. He then opens the door to greet Aussie.
"Thank you for helping, I owe you one."
"Come on now mate, lets hurry up Dee-Dee is waiting."
The two head down to the same building as yesterday. There Dee-Dee, Mr. Porter, and a few others were waiting for them.
"Ah good, your here, fighting with Mrs. Finch again I see."
"Yeah, lady complains about everything. Anyways who and what are we taking."
"Well, you have your mission gentlemen. You, Aussie, and Jock will go. Take your gear and the weapons of your choosing. Remember who you have to find. Engage if they turn hostile."
Dee-Dee waves them off. Jared and Aussie get to the supply closet where there they meet Jock as he is gathering the needs before leaving. Aussie comes up behind Jock and scares him. Jock jumps to see its Aussie and he shakes his head in disappointment.
"You know Aussie, one of these days someones gonna pull the trigger by accident on you and it's gonna be on you"
Aussie laughs as he gives Jock a love tap on the back. Jock sorta goes flying head first into one of the gun lockers. Jared shakes his head as he grabs one of the shotguns on the table to make sure it's loaded. The room has a few lockers either closed or open. Most if not all were taken off dead bodies from fallen soldiers, robbed from gun stores, or from Mr. Porter's personal collection. The weapons consist of 14 Spas-12, 20 M14. 16 M4, 30 1911, some PKM and other LMGs, and others along with the right ammo types for it. As Jared was checking out the weapon of his choice Aussie grabs his gear and so does Jock, grabbing a heavier gun than what he usually carries for a man his size. Jock is a small, nimble, able body of a man. Wears his trade mark hat and glass, button T-shirt, jeans and shoes. Jock is however different from the rest of his companions for he has a bar-code located on his arm. Jock was made within a lab before the great war, made for the war by the U.S. but was dropped last minute in fear their creations were to turn against them. Jock is one of these remaining few creations still alive for his purpose was to only live for a few months and he was long overdue. Jock was a name given to him by Mr. Porter when he and a few others found him in a building nude and asleep laying next to a dog he had killed for food. As the group gets ready for their run Mr. Porter come sin to check up on them.
"Men, today's a little different from your normal scouting missions. You obviously looking for these "monster stories" to see if their true or not. Jared I trust you and your men out there. All outposts are aware of your search so no need to fear when you contact them. Jock, I'm hoping there is no need for a tweak today before you go out there?"
"No sir, plus I already told you I'm not a robot. I'm a Nexus model created by the United States..."
"I already know the story Jock. No need to explain the story again. Anyways gentlemen, good luck. Oh before you go Jared I wanted to give you this." He hands him a strange looking device, looks like a makeshift radio or something. "It's my own personal radio. In case your regular communicators go off contact me here. Now if your ready gentlemen off you go."
Jared takes and places the device in his pack. He and the rest of the crew start to head out to the wastelands, people wave them good bye as they leave. Meanwhile within Doc's place the Chinese solider wakes up. Doc sees and helps him sit up.
"I got you, I got you. Sit sit my boy. your safe with us now." The man looks at Doc then around the place. He then looks back at Doc and says something in Chinese. Doc trying to understand him sit down with the man. "My comrade, your safe now. The war is done with, no one won. It's okay the battle is over. Your safe now that's what matter. Now come on I'll take you to where the others like you are." Doc helps lift the man up and onto a wheelchair and to were they keep the wounded and sick. Its a place located on the bottom level of Doc's shack. A few people are there either wrapped up and coughing a few times. A crying child can be heard as well for it is a newborn. The man looks around the place as Doc sets him near a window to look out of, for he can see the place he now is at. The sewer, the territory of Delta Company, a safe haven for those how were unfortunate to live in a bunker or who escaped when the war came. As Doc the man could do nothing but sit and watch the town do its business. A few at the place look at the new man wondering who he is and such. A few are afraid to go up to him once they see the uniform in fear he might kill them. All they can do is sit and watch the man carefully hoping he was reminded that the war ended not to long ago, that is if the war ended.