Revolution: The New World

Six Years Later

Present Day

June 28, 2075

1322 CDT

The Undead Forest, Between Mexico City and the Gulf of Mexico

Billy Cooper's Point of View

What am I doin’?! I-I know how to fight a Behemoth. As strong as these creatures are, they’re not invincible. Captain, thank you for being relentless in our trainin’, and thank you, Lieutenant, for inspirin’ me.

“Come and get it, you monster!” I say as it continues to roar.

Two more Behemoths fell from above and landed right in front of me?! T-they’re blockin’ my path! Damn it! Fightin’ three Behemoths at once is impossible, but aimlessly flyin’ across the treetops is equally as dangerous. Oh gosh, what do I do? Maybe I was wrong, maybe I’m not cut out for this mission! You should’ve taken my spot, Captain! I should’ve kept quiet as always. I’m sorry, Rachel. I’m not as brave as you thought.

Huh? What’s that blue light?

What an explosion!

“Dara, I got him!” A voice shouts from above.

Who the?

Someone grabbed me from above?!

“Darn,” a man says in disappointment as he sets me aside on a tree branch.

“Thank you, sir!” I say.

You look to be about the same age as me. Black, long dreadlocks, grey cloak, and a super cool lookin’ faintly tinted blue bow, along with a quiver full of arrows.

“Not yet,” the man replies. “Dara, anytime now!”

“Who’s Dara?” I ask.

“Um, drumroll, please?!” A woman’s voice shouts from the skies.

Dara, you appear to be my age as well. Black, shaved head, grey cloak, some kind of small earpiece is inside your ears, and I can barely see some sort of device with a faint blue tint attached to your legs.

But why the heck did you jump in the middle of the Behemoths?!

“You three aren’t my type, so please stop drooling!” Dara laughs as her Halos begin to charge up?! “One-one-thousand,” she continues as she winds back to prepare for some kind of attack with her legs.

She sent a Behemoth flying away like a soccer ball?!

What’s goin’ on? She’s so athletic! So flexible! She’s listenin’ to music and effortlessly dodging two Behemoths! The way she’s movin’ her legs, it looks like she’s dancin’ and fightin’ at the same time. That’s so cool! Damian and Dara must be the Athenians.

“Sigh. Z-z-z,” Dara says with a yawn before lying down on the ground.

“She’s crazy!” I say.

“Well, the crazy ones are quite interesting,” Damian says in a too-calm tone. “Dara, we’re on a tight schedule, remember?” He shouts in urgency.

“Two-one-thousand aaaand three-one-thousand,” Dara says as she enters a handstand-like fightin’ stance and does a split with her legs, while her devices charge up again.

She sliced the two in half like it was nothing. A double K-O.

“Did you get that?” Dara yells out to Damian as she grapples to our position.

“My apologies, but I forgot to press record,” Damian says as he inspects a video camera in his hands.

“You’re the worst,” she says in disappointment.

“Do you remember?” Damian asks me with a glare.

“Huh?” I say.

“Ah shit, Damian!” Dara yells out in disbelief.

They’re arguin’ in Portuguese?

A bullet just whizzed past my head…

“Falar!” Dara shouts in anger as she continues to point the gun at me.

“What?” I ask.

“You have to speak in English, woman,” Damian explains with a head nod.

“I know that!” Dara says with an embarrassed look on her face. “Listen, I’m asking, do you remember?”

“Don’t let her artistry grace phase you because she will kill you,” Damian quickly warns.

Oh!

“Laura,” I say.

“He’s an Olympian!” Dara and Damian say in unison.