Soldier x Torcher {Helicopter}

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Soldier's  P.O.V.
    Tears rolled and dripped down my face as I ran all around the outpost, dodging infected soldiers who had their knives out. The scorched mark on my face burned as someone had just relit the already burned parts. I ran up to the workout room, slamming the door behind me. Leaning against it, I sat down, curled up into a ball. My sobs and cries filled the room and upper hallways. I looked up, and I saw my commander up there, running over to me.
    "Soldier, what happened," he asked, as three more soldiers walked down behind him. I knew for a fact, that this was way out of line for me, but I did it anyway. I jumped up and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, desperate for physical contact. Shoving my eyes closed, I got ready to be pushed off, punched, or slapped. But, he didn't do anything. Torcher, which was the commander's name, waved off the other soldiers, signaling them for a moment alone. After they closed the door, Torcher wrapped his arms around me, trying to be comforting. I kept crying and crying and he just kept shushing me and keeping me calm. Torcher's gas mask kinda hurt my shoulder but I didn't mind too much. He pulled away from me and patted my head.
    "Soldier, don't worry. We will get out of this," his muffled voice told me. I looked at the red tampered glass on his gas mask and smiled. I knew he was smiling back at me. Twirling the pocket knife in my hands, we walked back up, acting as nothing happened. We made it up the stairs and we saw the three soldiers, they were talking and having a good time. Torcher clapped his hands twice, signaling for them to come over. They walked over and stood in a line in front of us. Even in times like these, we still have Torcher as the leader. We made a plan, and we were ready to evacuate the outpost. We were ready and had the plan a month ago, but every time something would come up. We've lost so many soldiers since the beginning of the infection that we have no idea what to do. Torcher stood at the door of the exercise room, and then counted down from three. On one, he slammed open the door, letting us run out. Torcher, I, and the other three soldiers made a run for the fenced-off helicopter. Torcher stood at the fence and helped me over it effortlessly. The slowest soldier in the back fell, and the infected got to him. They killed him and sliced him open. The once green grass turned into a sickening brownish-red. Torcher yelled at me to get in the helicopter. I flinched as he yelled, but I did what I was told. I looked back to see the middle soldier trying to help the slow one, but he died in the process as well. I got in the seat and I looked at Torcher trying to help the fastest one over the fence. The fast one was trying to get over so quickly, that he fell backward, into the infected. Torcher knew that he had no time to waste and that if he wanted to keep his life, that he would have to get to me quickly. He climbed up and over the fence and dashed for the helicopter. He got on, and started it up, flying up and into the sky. He drove the helicopter a little bit messy, but it was because he was in a rush. Torcher checked the radar and he saw no other helicopter signals around. This was extremely strange in our opinions. Then we looked down at the cities, towns, and various other places. They all looked abandoned like everyone had ditched everything and just left. Torcher found a helicopter landing on a rooftop in a city, and we decided that could be our hideout for now. He landed it, and we both stepped out. His gas mask reflected some of the light from the street lamps and fires. Now, fire has terrified me my whole life, ever since I was just eight years old. My parents and siblings had died in a house fire caused by some delinquents looking to have some fun. I and my siblings promise each other was that when everyone grew up, we would all become the best soldiers that the military had ever seen. And, so after they all died, I had to become the soldier that they all never could. I became so deep in my thoughts, that I didn't notice Torcher when he put his hand on my shoulder. He made me stop, and turn towards him. I looked up at his gas mask, and I saw his eyes underneath them. They were a beautiful electric blue, and they shined like a blue spark, despite his gas mask dulling the color.
   "Soldier, you okay? You're crying," he said seriously. I didn't even notice it. I didn't notice the tears that were streaming down my face. I guess I miss my siblings a bit too much. I nodded and wiped the tears, trying not to seem weak in front of him. "Hmm...Let's take a break for a bit, it seems like you need it." We set up a small space on the rooftop that we could stay at, and easily leave if we needed to. I had a green sleeping bag, and Torcher had a black one. After a while of talking, I wanted to get up and stretch, and he wanted to take off his mask. I got on my feet and I took a few steps around, and I turned to Torcher to say something, but I was caught off guard by his face. His electric eyes shone brighter than ever and he had a scar over his eye. I felt my face heat up as he looked my way.
    "Hey, why don't you come over and sit next to me?" Torcher asked, waving his hand over. I sat next to him and we stared up at the night sky together.
   "I miss the old world, don't you?" I whispered to him. I saw him look over at me, and then back up.
   "Ah, it was a little too boring for me," he said, grabbing my arm. Torcher pulled me into his shoulder, letting me rest my head on him. I looked up, and he seemed to not be fazed at all by this. I hugged his arm, still staring up. It might be in the middle of an infection, but a moment like this...I love it...

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