Chapter 2: Marceline
"Welcome to the camp." The leader says
"Thanks..." I reply and notice my squad is still following me
"You guys can stop following me now." I say in a somewhat annoyed tone as they break off socializing with the rest of the camp.
"This is where we keep our food." She said continuing the tour of the somewhat small area on the top of the mountain.
"Oh and this is Lauren." She said introducing me to a young girl, no more than 14. I waved to here before following the leader.
"Wait, I don't even know your name!" I said
"Oh, I'm Marceline, you can call me Marcie."
Marceline...Such a soothing name. A beautiful name, for a beautiful girl. I just realized how soft her hair looked, and how great her voice sounded. I...I had a crush on the black haired 5'0 approximately 15 year old girl.
"He- Hello Marcie, the names Joesph...call me Joey." I said in a nervously.
"Okay Joey." She said with a smile to the 5'3 black haired 13 year old known as me.
I smiled back as she started to introduce me to everyone else. I met Emile, who has a thing for sharp things and was 17 , Jenna, who was dead accurate with a bow and possibly 12 , and John, the demolition expert of the bunch and was probably 14.
Then I realized, it was another DEFAULT squad. A DEFAULT squad is a group of the best of the best kids who were pulled out of training to carry out special ops missions. I entered the DEFAULT program when I was 9, and went on my first mission when I was 11, and became the youngest squad leader at 12.
I joined the M.E.R.C.s when I was only 8 with a few friends; Dylan, Jahvon, Matt, and Andy along with my sister after Warbim killed my family because of suspicion of stealing. I've been fighting ever since. And now Jahvon and Dylan are dead because of me. I sometimes wonder if I didn't make them join with me, they would be alive. I try not to think about it.
It was Late in the evening when I decided to go to sleep and dream about a world where we are free, a world with my parents, with no war...