Date: August 26-27
Place: Unregistered Island
[Noel]
"Consider it done," I simply replied without a second thought.
I didn't know what that meant, but if it's the ticket to let me partake and have a chance of knowing anything at all, I'll gladly do anything.
I felt sorry for Janus, but it's a good thing that we're in a room full of medications. But when I was about to help him, people came rushing into the room and helped us.
While they got Janus's right foot fixed up, I heard the woman say a few things while people offered me weapons that I'd probably need. More magazines, first aid, and a new pair of clothes. It was lighter, much more comfortable, and built especially for this occasion.
"You will be supported by your two other classmates," then there they stood, in front of me.
"Hi there," they both say.
Dressed like a true soldier, holding big guns and bombs dangling from their belt, while I have pistols and band-aids.
This is not fair.
After a few more preparations and discussions, we stepped out of the room where total darkness awaited us. Luckily, they also handed us glasses that can see through the dark which I think is super cool.
To be frank, I looked like a toddler excited on my first day at kindergarten.
There was a long way up to the first floor. Climbing stairs while we exchange looks when we hear something: a scream, footsteps, or gunshots.
"There are approximately three fire exits. As you can remember, the one that you entered earlier was not one of them" she was probably talking about how it connected to an underground base.
"If you manage to get out on one of those and leave the school, you have to go to the port where the last plane and Patrick are waiting. However, Vincent is the only one left who is supposed to fly it," another annoyed sigh escaped her lips as the other two who were accompanying me started to scoff and giggle.
"He got himself in trouble so you have to find him first. I've already pinned the location where he was last active. Good luck" were her last words as both of my guides started to look at their watches.
"Second floor of the boy's bathroom," one of them blurted as none of us stopped rushing forward.
We took some turns that I didn't recognize, but I just followed them.
"Does anyone want to fill me on the situation?" I whispered afraid something may come on our way if I spoke loudly.
"All I know is that this place is a big and wide island," Allen spoke.
I was quite taken aback that he answered it without a moment's hesitation.
We're the same height, a little skinny and I remember that he is known to all classes, being someone who looks for a fight when he is bored.
"And they hire people. Desperate people who seek money or social value. I wasn't supposed to be here. Until an old dude escaped and begged me for help," he started sharing things I didn't even ask.
"And he was instantly killed in front of me at that very moment. They had a sniper following him and immediately took the opportunity to replace that man with me, I just badly needed money which led me here. I honestly didn't think it would turn out like this," he added, looking pissed by the sudden past he revealed.
"How about you Chylle?" I tried my luck and asked.
He's much taller than me and much worse than Allen. He probably lives in the guidance office since he is the one who always causes trouble and drags Allen with him. They are more like an unstoppable duo, perfect for this kind of occasion.
"Pretty much the basics. Protect you, go on patrols, and earn ranks," new questions popped up in my mind when he said those.
Protect me? Ranks?
"Also, I think our section is the worst because we have to act like students despite that we're respectable soldiers. We couldn't even get the extra lessons and additional missions either," he answered, glaring at me as if he wanted to pierce a hole in my face.
"Respected soldiers and missions," I murmur to myself unknowingly.
"Thank you for all those significant and helpful information," I replied in a humorous tone.
"Anytime" Chylle grinned.
They opened a door which led us to the Janitor's room beside the Cafeteria's kitchen. There, we took a break and planned our next move.
The woman returned and instructed us.
"You can't climb the staircase. Too much unOrdinary insight," she said.
"Is there any path connected to the boy's bathroom without getting exposed to those things?" asked Allen.
"The vents," she replied in an instant as if she already thought of every situation that may play.
"Are you guys ready?" Allen said holding some kind of bomb-shaped tool and the door at the same time, getting ready for the plan that she instructed us.
"Ready when you are," we replied.
Allen tossed it outside when suddenly some smoke slowly spread as we carefully crept our way to the Cafeteria's kitchen where a vent is connected to the second-floor boy's bathroom.
We didn't have any trouble getting safely in.
"Is everybody alright?" asked Allen waiting for an answer before locking the door.
"Yes," we answered.
"Now we just need to climb up," Chylle said as we were looking up to find a vent. But after how much effort we used to find it, there aren't any in sight.
"Where is it?" I hear Allen murmur, starting to get annoyed.
"Do you have any information regarding those you call 'unOrdinary' ?" I asked them while trying to find the vent as my curiosity got the better of me.
"Oh right, you were completely in the dark, huh?" said Allen looking in my direction with pitied looks.
"We call those things unOrdinary because they have the features of fictional zombies but they are much more capable of doing unimaginable things than them," he continued.
"What do you mean?" I questioned.
"I heard there was an unordinary who spoke before, begging for help. But unfortunately, they killed it," entered Chylle in our conversation.
"In other words, it can mutate," simplified Allen when he saw me confused about what Chylle was on about.
"Found it" as Chylle opened the vent he found behind some shelves.
We were about to go in when soldiers came out of some drawers. One, two, three, four of them.
Scared
Terrified
Hopeless
Some of them were injured, scratches and dried blood on their body as they limp their way to us.
I hurriedly pulled out the first aid that was in one of my pockets and went to assist them.
"Why are you here and from what unit?" asked Allen while Chylle helped me put bandages to their wounds.
"These are some serious wounds, we better call the paramedics immediately," Chylle commented.
"We're from the third unit. There were too many of them, some of us are still alive but we lost several soldiers too," one of them replied.
Tall, skinny, wounded, and old. I remember him being one of the faculty members.
"We were just taking shelter here and waiting until the sun goes down before we make our next move," another soldier said.
Young and I can tell that he is skilled by looking at the wounds that he received. Quite fewer than the other soldiers but it's still severe.
"You can barely walk with these conditions of yours," Allen exclaimed.
They decided to leave them there and let the others deal with it after further discussions with everyone. But Allen and Chylle handed them some of their weapons like pistols, knives, some bombs, and a transmitter since theirs was broken which explained why no one was aware that people were hiding here.
"Thank you, and be safe," they wished us luck before we went in the vent.
Allen was in front, I was in the middle and Chylle was behind me while the woman guided us through the maze-like vents.
"Patrick reporting, the crowd of unordinary starts to fade and some of them are keeping distance from the aircraft, I don't know what's happening but I think it will be to our advantage," he said.
"Allen reporting, we found some soldiers at the cafeteria's kitchen, they are wounded and in need of immediate medical attention," he said.
More soldiers reported their own situations and needs.
"The main objective is to get Vincent and fly the last plane, all the soldiers that are not included in the main mission will stay here and serve the community that have we established," the General speaks typing something on a keyboard.
"Roger"
All the soldiers spoke. Some are familiar and some are not as we continued climbing up that vent. Turning right and left while squeezing our way forward.
We arrived at our destination, Allen took a look around, making sure there was no danger in sight.
"Clear," as he went down and we followed.
"Anybody here?" we whisper while opening the stalls one by one.
When I opened the last cubicle on the left side, there I saw him.
Shocked and confused.
Pointing the gun directly at my head was his instinct. I put my hands up in the air and he lowered his gun.
"What theーIt's only you," a sigh of relief escaped Vincent's lips as he put away his gun.
"Look who I found," Chylle said holding the door of a cubicle open.
We all looked inside to see Shawn sleeping, holding his knife for dear life.
"So this is where he was hiding all this time," Vincent scratched the back of his head and violently shook Shawn to wake him up.
"Hi guys," Shawn said rubbing his eyes and putting his knife away back in its holster that was tightly wrapped around his thighs.
"Patrick reporting, the herd of unordinary are beginning to increase little by little," he reported.
"Allen here, we already found Vincent and Shawn," he said. "We'll leave as soon as we finish discussing our escape route," he added as we gathered in the middle of the room.
"There are approximately a thousand unOrdinary located in the whole island. Mutated ones have also appeared in some districts; in the malls, the market, the church, and the east side of the forest. Although the captains said they could handle the situations, everyone should still proceed with caution," the woman spoke.
And by the way, she acts and how much respect she gets from every soldier who answers her, I concluded that she's probably the head, the General.
This time I hear typing on the keyboards and the General ordering people around, several alarms, and screaming people start to go off.
But we have our own problems to worry about.
The vent can surely carry all of us in it and end up in the cafeteria's kitchen or somewhere near the exit. But the only problem is that Shawn can't fit with his masculine body.
However, that plan is not useless and that also means that someone will go outside and venture into the hallways and avoid any possible threats which is a risky plan.
It's obvious that Vincent and I can't go outside and risk ourselves. Especially when Vincent is the only pilot, and to them I'm...important?
Vincent, Allen, and I will go to the vents, which they think is an easy way out. While Shawn and Chylle are going outside.
In this group, they are the only ones that I think look strong. I just hope that nothing will go wrong.
Vincent made us memorize all the plans.
"Alright, one more time. Recite the plan with me," Vincent said.
But before we could recite, the General spoke, ordering us to hurry up.
"Time's running out, who knows what disaster a minute could hold. Just go now and if something goes wrong, communicate" the General said with an angry voice.
"Roger"
They couldn't do anything but follow the orders they were given.
"Waitーyou're in the boy's bathroom right?" asked Patrick.
"Yes" answered Vincent.
"If I remember correctly, there is a Janitor's closet inside the last cubicle on the right side," he said.
We all looked in the direction that Patrick was talking about.
"Go and open it up. You'll thank me later," he added holding his scoff back.
We went and took a look inside.
To our surprise, it was full of weapons. Guns, more bombs, knives, bullets, magazines, and a lot more that I am not familiar with.
"Why didn't you say something earlier?" said Vincent smirking while handing us a few extra weapons.
I got two knives, an extra pistol, and more band-aids that they already carry which they gave to me, exclaiming they don't need such things.
While they get to pick up all the deadly weapons they can find; grenades, submachine guns, swords, and a lot more.
This is so unfair.
But I didn't argue more because I know my capabilities and I'm sure I can't even aim that well since I haven't shot a gun beforeーhave I?
"Now we're ready"