I kept going foward on the trail, still not certain where I was going... Like I said, it wasn't going to be back to camp. I needed to help someone. I remembered how Thomas Yamabar told me of
his father's Range. I thought if nothing else, I could go there.
But with each passing day, my survival skills got better. I was beginning to hunt like a natural, making short work of hostilities.
A loud motor noise flows in the air. Someone's here. I look up in the sky and find an Apocalyptic Alliance Helicopter. What are they doing way out here? They stop and lower down. An Attendant with two Recruit guards comes out.
"Master Hicronimous, we are reporting as a search party, sir," he says, saluting.
"At ease, Attendant. I'm merely searching for a man under the name of Paul Yamabar, father of Thomas Yamabar," I say, "Speaking of that, did you all back at camp happen to get my letter?"
"Sir, yes sir! In fact, some Rookies and Partners are on their way to
the Yamabar Ranch, sir!"
"Very well. Your assistance is no longer required, Attendant. You may resume normal activities,"
"Thank you, sir. I will return back to camp immediately with these two Rookies, sir!"
I nod my head at the Attendant. We begin to go our own ways again. He was walking to the helicopter and I was going onward to the trail.
Another loud noise filled the air. The Attendant stopped and signalled to his Rookie guards to stop. We watched the skies. There was no helicopter. Still looking up at the sky, I hear a thud! I turn to look at my left, and the Attendant was down on the ground, bleeding. I run to him.
"What happened?"
"No time! Turn around! Save yourself and the Rooks! I'm done!"
I turn around. I see two men on a motorcycle. They were both heavily armed, even more than me. They both step off.
"Freeze, kiddies! Give us all your money and ammo and we'll be on our way," one says, pointing his revolver at us.
The two Rookies hand up their money and ammo.
"You know what to do!" one says to the other. The other nods his head and slashes both the Rookies in the stomach. They fall. My shotgun is loaded and ready to go.
"Now, you! Hand us your money and ammo, or you could have it worse than them!"
I think for a moment. I drop my weapons and put my hands up.
"Any last words, boyo?" he says, with a grin.
"Yeah... You ever heard of the Apocalyptic Alliance?" I ask.
"Wh-what?"
"You heard me. Do you know about the Apocalyptic Alliance?"
"Yeah..... Where'd you hear 'bout them?"
"I.... kinda know the leader... He-he....."
I swiftly pick back up my weapons.
"Now YOU freeze and give my all YOUR money and ammo!" I yell out.
They drop their weapons and supplies and run back to their motorcylce.
"We're sorry, mista!!!" They yell.
I panic, wondering how I can keep up with them. I could grab most of their supplies before it would be impossible to catch up. I get into the helicopter, sad about those who couldn't make it to ride back.
I begin to fly, knowing it was up to fate now.
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