Chapter 2
Lincoln's POV
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As I stomped through the woods, I came across a small camp with a single tent holding two soldiers. The unmasked soldier was getting a call.
"Barnes, where the hell are you?"
"We're on lookout Sylvanna, we can't just leave our post because of one or two tourists that probably just went sightseeing."
The masked soldier walked off into the distance, giving me the perfect chance to sneak behind him and hopefully nab some items. I climbed down, avoiding Barnes, and I grabbed a fairly sharp rock and crouched as low as I could, although I doubt the soldier could hear me in this rain.
I raised my hand and bashed the rock over the helmet as hard as I could. I bashed the rock in about 5 more times then grabbed his pistol and flashlight.
I would've disguised myself but the mask was covered in blood and the soldier was taller than me. I picked up the body and dumped it into a nearby river.
I heard Barnes walking ahead, obviously upset about something that he was forced to do.
He must've been so upset that he forgot about his missing fellow soldier. I waited a few minutes and followed the footprints, slowly but surely I got to a larger base with about four or five tents, lined with 5 soldiers every tent.
They were all armed with carbines and hunting rifles, except for one woman who stood at about six feet tall and she was built like a professional MMA fighter.
She had a .44 Revolver at her hip, black combat pants and boots, with a green tank top and bright red lipstick. Her black hair was tied behind a hat. She had to have been Sylvanna, because of the way she scolded Barnes, when he showed up.
"We have a serious situation! . Years of research could get taken because you don't want to handle this!"
"Look it's fine I think we can handle some fucking tourists, but you'd rather complain."
