Army Invasion

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- W H O  A R E  Y O U ? -

Thomas sat on the worn out red couch. A tattered dark oak, coffee and cola stained coffee table stood in front of him. One of the legs replaced with a pile of old books. A good old square box television stood beyond that. A shelf of weird, useless objects sat to the left of him and a hallway to his right.

Edward sat beside him with a sigh. Thomas glanced over at him, raising an eyebrow.

"What's wrong?" Thomas asked, curiosity getting to him.

Edward looked at Thomas, a soft but sad smile on his lips. "Nothing, just Matt was having some issues with your room." Edward answered, continuing. "Is okay if you sleep on the couch tonight?"

Thomas smiled. "It's not a problem. I'm use to sleeping on the floor. The couch is like luxury to me." Thomas chuckled, Edward joining him.

Edward stood up, heading through the hallway to the small kitchen. Dirty white tiles perfectly lined together laid on the flooring. Dirty pearl white counters and shelves. Edward opened the black fridges door, taking a glance inside then looking towards the living room.

"What anything?" Edward shouted, echoing down the hallway.

"No thanks!" He heard back, a voice claimed by Thomas.

Edward shrugged, looking back in the fridge. He reached his hand inside, taking hold of a cold tin cylinder shape. Edward pulled it out, a cola can. Edward closed the fridge door, walking back into the living room and plotting down on the couch. He opened the can, a tsk sorta sound coming afterwards. He took a sip, reaching for the old remote.

"Anything specific you want to watch?" Edward asked, taking another sip of his cola and glancing over at Thomas.

"The news? I haven't heard that in awhile." Thomas answered, shrugging.

Edward nodded, turning back to the television and turning it on. Flipping through the channels until he reached the news.

"-The Red Army have fully taken over England, America, Norway and half of Australia, New Zealand, and Canada. Australia seem to be keeping up there country for quite sometime now, but surely will be taken over soon too.

We have heard of another uprising Army wanting world control too. I think it was called the Black Army? And apparently are like ninjas.

Sadly, we still haven't gotten any more details of what the dangerous Red Leader looks like. When we finally do, we will let you know. It's important to your survival, right?

That's the end of my report, hope you survivors live through this. Until next week."

The reporter gave a small salute with her two manicured fingers before the screen went to a stand by, waiting screen.

"Australia, hmm... At least one of the countries can hold up." Thomas sighed, leaning back into the old couch and crossing his arms over his chest.

Edward nodded, turning the television off. "Should we change your bandages now?" Edward asked, looking over at Thomas.

Thomas groaned, standing up. "I suppose so, I don't want it to get infected."

Edward followed his actions, but didn't complain. He instead headed down the hallway and upstairs. Sucks that the bathroom is upstairs, but at least it's with all the rooms, right?

Thomas sat on the white toilet, it's lid down. More white tiles covered the flooring. A bathtub with a shower head to the right of the room. A blue bubbly curtain hung on the white pole to hide everything inside. A sink between the toilet that Thomas sat on and the shower.

"So, are you willing to tell me how you got your wound?" Edward asked, taking out the same supplies he used at the store, from the cupboard under the sink.

"Do you really wanna know?" Thomas asked, taking off his bloody bandages.

"Yes. Yes, I do." Edward answered, starting the same procedure from the store.

"Ugh, fine." Thomas huffed. "I was just laying on the floor in a living room of an abandoned house. I heard the front door opening, so I hid behind one of the couches." Thomas started.

Edward nodded, starting to wrap Thomas's arm.

"Two Red Army soldiers had found me. They started to argue about if they saw me or not. When it went silent, one of my ammo pieces fell off my sash. The soldiers had found me. I tried to run away, but instead got shot in my arm. There, happy?"

Edward nodded, placing the dirty bandaging in the bathrooms little bin. "You were attacked by army soldiers? Your lucky to even still be alive right now." Edward exclaimed, walking out the bathroom with Thomas trailing behind.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Thomas muttered, sitting on the couch. Edward joining him.

For the next few hours, the two watched random old shows. Mathew joining them after an hour.

Edward and Mathew said goodnight to Thomas and each other, making their ways upstairs to their bedrooms to sleep.

Thomas laid on the couch, staring at the ceiling. His eyes half lidded. Thomas was bored, not tired, bored. Maybe he can go for a walk? Yeah, a little walk wouldn't hurt.

He sighed, sitting up. Thomas took his gun and sash, leaving behind his bag and hoodie. Tonight wasn't that cold, actually quite warm.

Thomas walked out the front door of the warehouse, starting to explore the forest area.

Thomas made sure he wouldn't get lost. Making a mental map of the forest the grew around the warehouse.

He kept his guard up. In case if there was any wandering soldiers or something. Thomas walked past some bushes and over growing plants.

He had found a river. A river with a glistening waterfall. But what stuck out the most was another human figure.

Blonde-brown hair that stuck up into two horns. A red hoodie and black skinny jeans. This unknown other was sitting by the waters edge, feet dangling down. Red converse shoes sat next to him, along with white socks.

Thomas clutches his gun, slowly heading towards the stranger. He pointed the gun and asked,

"Who are you?"

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