5/2/07:Military Base-West Germany-2100 hours(9:00 P.M.)

“No one sir.”

“Not one person?”

“No sir.”

“How many?”

“We recovered thirty-two dog tags sir. I received a report stating that there were thirty-eight soldiers stationed here, including both sergeants.”

“So there’s six dog tags missing?”

“Yes sir. The explosion probably ruined them or something.”

“Find the names of all those stationed here that you didn’t find the dog tags of, and send the news back to the U.S. There’s gonna be a lot of people receiving flags at their doorstep.”

5/3/07:Four hours later (100 hours)

I’m dead. I died, oh sit! I died, but I can’t die, I promised Alice. Wait, I’m not dead. Blood? I’m bleeding? Wait, not my blood? Not my blood! Then who’sGina! Dana slowly opened her eyes and looked over to Gina. “Gina? Are you okay?”

Gina let out a small cough, “Never been better.”

“Are you bleeding?”

“Yeah,” Gina slowly got up. “Minor injury, though, landed on a rock.”

“What happened?” Dana got up.

“I don’t know, I think the base was just bombed.”

“What? You know what that means right? Everyone’s dead. Wait, where the fuck are my dog tags?”

“What’s so important about them?”

“If they found my dog tags they might state that I’m dead. Oh shit, Alice.”

“They won’t state that you’re dead if they see you alive. Let’s see if there’s anyone in what’s left of the base.” They made their way slowly back towards the base. Once they got inside they were horrified. There was nothing but body limbs scattered across the floor.

Dana started to run out. “I can’t take no more of this!”

“Who the fuck’s there?”

“Dana, who said that?”

“I don’t know, but they didn’t sound friendly.”

“I asked a bloody question. Who’s there?” From the shadows emerged a large woman caring a small pistol, a medium sized woman with small cuts and bruises, and a dude with a large gash on his leg.

“I’m Private First-Class Dana Fairbanks and this is Private Gina Nelson. Don’t hurt us, we’re Americans.”

“You survived, too? I thought we were the only one. I’m Private Reggie DuFrane, call me Dufy. The chick with the bruises is Private Tracy Leo, call her Lion. And the dude right here is Private Michael Undi, call him Heart Breaker.”

“Dana Fairbanks, huh? You don’t look as tough up close as you do on T.V.”

“Don’t mind him Dana, he doesn’t take likely to strangers. You wouldn’t want to upset him.”

“Um, thanks for the warning Dufy.”

“Dufy?”

“What is it Gina?”

“Why does she keep staring at me?”

“Oh, her? She’s shy. It took me a long time just to get her to tell me her name.”

“Private First-Class?”

“Never mind.”

“Yeah, I’m a Private First-Class.”

“I guess that puts you in charge.”

“Wait, no way! There ain’t no way I’m takin orders from a chick. Especially a chick that looks like I could kick her ass.”

“Heart Breaker, shut the fuck up! I agree with Lion, let’s put Dana in charge.”

“Why me Dufy? Why don’t you be in charge? I’m not a good leader.”

“Because Dana, you’re the highest ranked.”

“You’re not helping Gina.”

“So it’s agreed, Dana’s in charge.”

“Yes,” Gina and Lion replied at the same time.

“No!”

“Yeah, I agree with Heart Breaker, I don’t wanna be in charge.”

“Then I’m switching to yes.”

“What?”

“Now that I know you don’t wanna do it, I want you in charge.”

“Why you little bastard.”

“Dana, it’s four against one.”

“Fine I’ll be in charge, but if you die it’s not my fault.”

“So what do we do now Dana?”

“Well, we gotta get home some how Gina. And to do that we gotta leave, so gather all of the working guns you can find, all the ammo you can find, and as much food and water you can find. We have to leave before sunrise if we wanna get to the nearest town in three days.” TBC Posted by: Stripes