UNSCDF Chapter 46- The Turning Point

Richmond, British Columbia, Canada

UNSC Richmond Outpost

August 7, 1999

1015 Local Time

            Charlie woke up with his head spinning. He opened his heavy eyelids and found himself in one of the interrogation rooms. He tried to stand up, but realized that he was handcuffed to the chair. Both his hands were locked to the armrests. Beside him was a mirror, but Charlie knew it wasn’t just any mirror. It was a transparent window and a room on the other side. Charlie looked at his reflection and saw a bruise on the side of his head.

            “Hello?” Charlie called out as he wriggled in his chair.

            His voice echoed in the room as he continued to call out. Charlie wasn’t sure if he had died. He only had bits and pieces of memory recalling his last conscious moments in his quarters. He remembered closing his eyes and bidding farewell to his men and Sarah. Everything went so fast after that. Hawkes and Casey lunged at him. Charlie recalled the gun going off and then a sharp pain to his head. After that, he remembered he was lying on the ground and his vision turning black as his marines crouched in front of him.

            “Hawkes? Casey?” Charlie called out.

            After a few minutes, the door opened. Charlie saw Cole standing outside the door as Hawkes and Casey walked in. Charlie watched as Cole shut the door and then turned to face his marines. The pair sat down in front of Charlie and looked at him silently. Both Hawkes and Casey did not spoke a word, but continued to stare at Charlie. Charlie was beginning to feel uneasy and he looked at the mirror.

            “Am I dead?” Charlie asked with uncertainty.

            “No, you’re not.” Casey finally spoke.

            “Oh.” Charlie blinked his eyes.

            “Still trying to kill yourself?” Hawkes asked.

            “I don’t know man. I really got nothing to live for.” Charlie closed his eyes.

            “Didn’t you say you wanted to save humanity?” Casey asked.

            “A person like me isn’t going to make a difference. Just put me out of misery.” Charlie shrugged.

         “Look Zyrok, I know you. You are a good man. Look at the alliance you started with the Scavengers.” Casey pointed out.

            “Don’t forget, you risked your life all the time in the missions for us so we come home in one piece.” Hawkes added.

            “There are a few good men left in this world. You’re one of them.” Casey pointed at Charlie.

            “Thanks.” Charlie smiled nervously.

            “We need a good man to lead us and to teach others that there is still goodness in humanity despite the current society.” Hawkes pitched in.

            “And it is the good men that fall first…” Charlie countered.

            “Not if they can pick themselves up and dust themselves off. They turn from good to great.” Casey reasoned.

            “That’s only if you have purpose in life.” Charlie spoke with a solemn face.

            “Then let us help you find a purpose.” Hawkes offered his help.

            “Let’s take a look. Your previous purpose was to find Sarah correct?” Casey asked.

            “As much as it pains me to talk about it, yes.” Charlie nodded.

“How about you live for Sarah?” Casey questioned.

“I don’t think that’s possible.” Charlie shook his head.

            “Fine.” Casey rubbed his chin in thought.

            “Zyrok, what if you never had that conversation with Sarah? What if you never found her yet?” Hawkes asked with a grin.

            “Yes, wouldn’t you still be looking for her? Hence you would still have your purpose.” Casey nodded in agreement.

            “That’s just hiding the truth.” Charlie shook his head.

            “The truth can change over time.” Hawkes countered.

            Charlie thought for a moment about Hawkes’ idea. If he pretended that he never met Sarah and continued on with his search for her, he would still have his purpose. Downside is Charlie already knew the truth; Sarah was married and loved another man. He loved her, but he was too late. Charlie would have to put the truth about Sarah into the deepest and darkest corner of his mind. He would have to lock it up and pretended it never happened.

            “One day, the truth will be spilled.” Charlie commented.

            “It will, not unless you keep telling yourself and other people that you are still looking for Sarah. Don’t ever think about the conversation that took place.” Hawkes replied.

            “That’s hard.” Charlie complained.

            “That’s the only way Zyrok.” Casey replied.

            “Zyrok…I just had another brilliant idea.” Hawkes grinned.

            “What?” Charlie asked.

            “It’s the names…” Hawkes smiled looking very pleased with his idea in mind.

            “Continue, please.” Charlie wondered.

            “You go by two names correct? Charlie and Zyrok?” Hawkes asked.

            “Yes…” Charlie raised his eyebrow.

            “Most of us call you by Zyrok instead of Charlie. Does anyone call you Charlie instead?” Hawkes asked.

            “Sarah and Mary, I think.” Charlie was beginning to see a connection.

            “Then that’s it.” Hawkes exclaimed.

            “Calm down Hawkes.” Casey interrupted.

            “Zyrok, you need to forget the past. Forget Charlie. You are now Zyrok.” Hawkes explained.

            “What are you proposing?” Casey was amused.

            “Repeat after me Zyrok, okay?” Hawkes requested.

            “Okay…” Charlie was uncertain of Hawkes’ plans.

            “Charlie is the past. Zyrok is the future.” Hawkes spoke out loud.

            “Haha.” Charlie laughed.

            “Say it man.” Hawkes ordered.

            “Fine. Charlie is the past. Zyrok is the future.” Charlie repeated.

            “Who are you again?” Hawkes questioned.

            “I’m Charlie or Zyrok.” Charlie replied.

            “No, you are now Zyrok. Charlie is long gone and with the past as well.” Hawkes stated.

            “This is brainwashing.” Charlie complained.

            “No, it’s for your own good sir.” Hawkes explained.

            “How so?” Charlie smirked.

            “Every time your past comes back, tell yourself that you are Zyrok and your purpose is to find Sarah.” Hawkes explained.

            “It’s for the best.” Casey added.

            “Very well.” Charlie sighed.

            “Once we release your restraints, Charlie is no more. You are now Zyrok and will become Zyrok once you stand up.” Hawkes stood up.

            “The decision is yours to make.” Casey stood beside Charlie and unlocked his handcuffs.

UNSCDF Chapter 45- Untold Stories

Richmond, British Columbia, Canada
UNSC Richmond Outpost
August 6, 1999
2030 Local Time

            Charlie sat on his bed quietly as he reflected on the events that happened in the past few days. It was so silent that you can hear Charlie’s deep breaths as he closed his eyes. He was in bad shape just from the looks of his face. The bright energetic persona was longer there and was replaced by a sad sulky aura.

            “Why is this happening?” Charlie looked at the ceiling attempting to contact a greater being.

            Charlie wasn’t sure which hurt him more; joining the UNSC and risking his life to find Sarah and to find out later that she’s married or totally missing the opportunity with Mary because he was looking for Sarah, but it was all too late now. Both events equally pierced his heart like a sharp dagger. Charlie didn’t want to think about it because the more he thought about it, the dagger plunged further. He wanted to burst to tears in sorrow, but he held himself back. Only warm tear drops trickled down his melancholy face. Charlie grabbed a tissue beside his bed and wiped his face. He was alone and lost. Charlie had no idea who he was anymore or what his purpose in life was. A little part of him wanted to scream out loud so the whole world could hear his pain. Instead, he held his composure as tears continued to stream over his face. Charlie heard a couple of knocks on his door and slowly got off his bed. He wiped the remaining tears away and stood at the door. He was hesitant in opening the door as he felt ashamed if people saw him crying. The door knocked again and Charlie stood still.

            “Zyrok, you in here?” Casey’s voice spoke from behind the door.

            Charlie thought for a minute and walked a step back.

            “Zyrok? We need to talk, it’s important.” Casey continued to knock.

         Charlie struggled to walk forward. Every step towards opening the door felt like his impending doom. His men wanted to see him and he valued his men. For that, Charlie paced to the door and opened it unaware of his red teary eyes.

            “Sir…are you alright?” Casey greeted and immediately looked at Charlie’s eyes.

            To Charlie’s surprise, it was not just Casey who stood outside his door. In fact, Hawkes was beside him as well.

            “I’m okay.” Charlie lied.

            “What’s up Zyrok?” Hawkes looked at Charlie with soothing eyes.

            “What do you want to talk about?” Charlie attempted to change the focus.

            “It can wait. You don’t look too well sir. Do you want to talk about it?” Hawkes offered his help.

            Charlie froze for a second as he thought if he should tell them his problems. He decided to tell them his pain after help was given to him. People wanted to hear him out and perhaps it was the only way Charlie could face his problems.

            “Come on in.” Charlie waved.

            Casey and Hawkes entered and closed the door behind them. Charlie sat on his bed while Hawkes sat beside him. Casey grabbed a chair and pulled it in front of Charlie.

            “Where do I begin?” Charlie asked.

            “Anything you like.” Hawkes replied.

            “Okay.” Charlie took a deep breath.

            Charlie started off with the story before joining the UNSC followed by the real reason behind joining the UNSC to find Sarah. Both the marines listened to Charlie attentively and nodded their heads followed by warm smiles. He continued on with the relationship he had with Mary and his conflicting interests. Hawkes smiled as he heard the part about Mary.

            “It’s a good story. Didn’t know you were that kind of person.” Casey interrupted.

            “That’s the good part…” Charlie continued.

            “Continue please.” Hawkes nodded.

            Charlie continued with his pursuit of Sarah over various missions. He took out his poem and a picture of Sarah he had printed off. Casey took the poem and photo and examined it.

            “Now, the hard part…” Charlie closed his eyes as he felt tears fill his eyelids.

            Charlie rubbed his eyes and covered his face. It was too difficult for him to tell the truth. The truth hurt and he had to face it.

            “It’s okay mate.” Hawkes put his arm around Charlie.

            Charlie cried a little more and the wiped his face with his sleeves. He stared at the ground and began with the conversation he had with Sarah a few days prior. Every inch of word he spoke felt like a needle poke at his heart. Charlie endured the pain as he continued to talk. His story must be told; it had to be shared. Casey listened and smiled in sympathy while Hawkes grabbed a tissue for Charlie. After Sarah’s story, he felt himself die a little, but he took a deep breath and continued on. It was painful, but Charlie soldiered on. He wanted to finish Mary’s story before he could be at peace. Charlie’s hand turned stone cold and his expression turned to lost and hopelessness.

            “You can do it Zyrok.” Casey encouraged.

            “It will make you feel better. Talk it out.” Hawkes handed Charlie another tissue.

            Charlie reached into his pocket and pulled out Mary’s note. Hawkes stuck out his hand and took it from Charlie. Charlie started talking with the note Mary had left for him when she left for the trip to the Scavengers’ Holdout. He paused for a moment when he pictured Derek and Mary holding hands.

            “I was too late. Just like Sarah…” Charlie spoke out loud in thought.

            Charlie rubbed his eyes as he continued on. He talked about meeting Mary and Derek and how any possibilities of anything happening ceased to exist.

            “So that’s my story as I enter my phase of deep depression…” Charlie sighed as he finished talking.

            “Wow, it must be really hard on you.” Casey concluded.

            “Yes, you have no idea.” Charlie held his head down.

        “You are right, I have no idea. I’ve never been placed in that position before.” Casey spoke truthfully.

            “I don’t see a purpose in living anymore.” Charlie placed his hand on his pistol.

            “Woah there mate, easy now. It’s not that bad.” Hawkes assured with a surprised look on his face.

            “I have failed myself.” Charlie pulled out his USP and pointed at his head.

            “No!” Casey and Hawkes both stood up.

            Charlie stood up and backed up to his desk away from the advancing concerned marines.

            “Don’t do it Zyrok.” Casey motioned Charlie to put down his gun.

            “I have lost everything.” Charlie cried.

            “No you haven’t. You still got us. We care man. Put the gun down please.” Casey took a step forward with open arms.

            “I’ve lost more than that. I lost everything! My life! My purpose! My hope! My heart!” Charlie shouted in despair as he pressed the gun barrel firmly to his temple.

            “Put the gun down man.” Casey repeated.

            “Zyrok, you need help. We can get you help. Can you just put the gun down? We can talk this out.” Hawkes spoke softly.

            “It’s too late. I was planning this already. You heard my story. At least I won’t go on knowing my story wasn’t told.” Charlie felt at peace.

            “It’s never too late.” Casey took a small step forward.

            “Step back Casey.” Charlie warned.

            Hawkes slowly walked forward as Casey stood his ground.

            “I’m so sorry guys.” Charlie sighed.

            “No…” Hawkes cried.

            “I’m so sorry Sarah. I’ve failed.” Charlie closed his eyes and tilted his head up.

            The hallway outside Charlie’s quarters was quiet for a brief period as marines walked past the door.

            “No!” Casey’s voice penetrated out the door breaking the silent halls.

            Bang! A loud gunshot pierced from Charlie’s room followed by a loud thump. Marines nearby the quarters heard the gunshot resonate the halls and rushed towards Charlie’s quarters unaware of what had happened. Two marines drew out their Lock 17 pistols while another marine kicked down the door. The room was dark and stuffy. Two figures crouched beside another figure lying on the ground next to a desk.

            “Freeze!” the marines called out and pointed their pistols at the two crouched figures clearly unconscious of what went on in the room before they had bashed the door down and stormed in.

UNSCDF Chapter 44- Missed Connections

Richmond, British Columbia, Canada
UNSC Richmond Outpost
August 5, 1999
1030 Local Time

            Charlie walked to an office beside Cole’s office and knocked. Charlie wasn’t too happy with the information he received from Cole after his conversation with Sarah. His temporary position as the liaison officer for the Scavengers was now transferred to Captain Jones Friedsam. What this meant for Charlie was limited access to travel to the Scavengers’ Holdout and less chance of seeing Mary. Charlie placed his worries behind as he knocked on Friedsam’s door. The door opened and a man in his mid thirties with a mustache greeted Charlie.

            “Sir, Lieutenant Charlie reporting.” Charlie saluted.

            “Ah yes, come on in Lieutenant.” Friedsam waved.

            “Thank you, sir.” Charlie walked crispy and stood next to a chair until Friedsam sat down.

            “Take a seat.” Friedsam waved.

         Charlie sat down on the chair slowly and watched as Friedsam opened a folder on his desk. Friedsam flipped through the pages and took out a sheet.

            “Here’s the official document relieving you of your duties as the liaison officer.” Friedsam handed the paper to Charlie.

            Charlie took the paper and read through the fine print. He set the paper down in front of him and looked at Friedsam with a blank face.

            “There won’t be a chance to visit the Holdout any time soon right?” Charlie summarized the document.

            “Nope. You’re a valuable asset too good to be wasted as a liaison officer.” Friedsam smiled.

            “Any chance I may visit the Holdout?” Charlie’s mind was focused on Mary.

            “Not really. Why?” Friedsam asked out of curiosity.

            “So I can bid my farewells to the people I have befriended.” Charlie reasoned.

            “Very well Lieutenant. Let me take a look at the flight plans…” Friedsam nodded and looked at his computer.

            “Thank you sir.” Charlie relaxed himself.

            “There’s one Pelican transporting a few civilians and supplies tomorrow evening.” Friedsam clicked his mouse.

            “That’s fine.” Charlie nodded.

            “It’s a quick drop off flight so you’ll only have an hour tops over there.”  Friedsam typed on the computer.

            “That would be fine.” Charlie looked at Friedsam.

            “Ok, so you’ll need to make full use of that hour. I won’t guarantee the next time you’ll be heading there.” Friedsam inputted Charlie’s name into the flight plan.

            “Thank you sir.” Charlie spoke quickly.

            “Not at all.” Friedsam turned away from his computer.

            “What time does the Pelican leave tomorrow?” Charlie took out his datapad.

            “1700 with Sierra 22.” Friedsam glanced at his computer.

            “Alright, thanks Captain.” Charlie inputted the info into his datapad.

            “Once you’re back tomorrow from the Holdout, head to Cole’s office. I believe he will have a new assignment for you.” Friedsam stood up.

            “Sir.” Charlie stood up and saluted.

            “Good luck Charlie.” Friedsam saluted back.

            Charlie walked out of Friedsam’s office and saw Casey walk in front of him.

            “Sir.” Casey saluted.

            “Hello Casey.” Charlie returned a salute.

            “How are you?” Casey asked.

            “I’m alright…” Charlie lied as he tried to hide his emotions.

            “Good to hear. You should come chill with us Zyrok.” Casey suggested.

            “Oh, I can’t. I’m making a trip to the Scavengers’ Holdout tomorrow. I think we’re going to have a new mission tomorrow night. Have the most fun you can before work begins again.” Charlie replied.

            “What about you?” Casey questioned.

            “Have fun without me.” Charlie spoke softly.

            “Alright Zyrok, we’ll see you soon.” Casey bid his farewell and continued to walk down the hallway.

            Charlie stood his ground and watched Casey disappear into an elevator. He was not doing fine, but at least he had something to look forward to, Mary.

Surrey, British Columbia, Canada

Scavengers’ Holdout

August 6, 1999

1800 Local Time

            Charlie watched as the civilians beside him exited the Pelican as they were greeted by Anthony and a few guards.

            “Hey!” Anthony greeted Charlie with open arms.

            “Hi Anthony.” Charlie smiled as he got off the Pelican.

            “What can I do for you?” Anthony offered help.

            “Since I’m no longer the liaison officer, this is probably my last visit here. I wanted to bid farewell and look for somebody.” Charlie replied.

            “So I’ve heard…” Anthony rubbed his chin.

            “Yeah, not my decision to make.” Charlie replied.

            “I know. Oh, you said you were looking for someone?” Anthony asked.

            “Yes.” Charlie nodded.

            “Who?” Anthony asked.

            “Mary, Mary Jamieson.” Charlie replied with hesitation.

            “Oh, someone special?” Anthony raised an eyebrow.

            “I guess you can say that…” Charlie turned his head to look around.

            “Is she a Scavenger civilian?” Anthony waved Charlie to follow him.

          “You can say so. She was originally a civilian at the UNSC. She moved here a few days ago.” Charlie replied.

            “Oh.” Anthony stopped in his tracks.

            “What?” Charlie stopped as well.

            “This way.” Anthony pointed right to a building.

            Charlie followed Anthony to a small concrete facility and entered. The pair walked past a crowded hallway and entered a gym which appeared to have been transformed into a cafeteria. Charlie scanned the food servers assuming Mary would be one of the, but she was not there. What was different for Charlie was that no one seemed to notice them standing still scanning the people. If it was in the UNSC Outpost, a marine would have got up and offered help. Perhaps because Charlie was an officer, but at the Holdout, his uniform meant nothing. The civilians seemed much more relaxed and happier than he had seen back at the Outpost. Charlie scanned the gym left and right glancing quickly at each table. On the very last table to the right sat Mary, but she was beside a man. It was not just an ordinary man; the man was holding her hand as they talked. Both Mary and the man seemed happy together and Charlie felt that he shouldn’t interfere with their business.

            “See her?” Anthony asked.

            “No…” Charlie lied as he looked away.

            “Then she might be elsewhere. Come on.” Anthony waved.

            Anthony and Charlie turned towards the door when someone tapped Charlie’s back. Charlie turned around to see who it was. To his surprise, it was Mary.

            “Hi.” Mary smiled.

            “Oh, hi Mary.” Charlie was shocked.

            “I saw you, but it seems like you didn’t see me.” Mary turned around as the man walked up behind her.

            “I guess there were too many people.” Charlie lied.

            The man approached Mary and held her hand. He seemed to be a couple years older than Charlie with a tanned skin.

            “I’d like you to meet Derek.” Mary introduced.

            “Charlie.” Charlie stuck out his hand.

            “Nice to meet you.” Derek shook Charlie’s hand firmly.

            “So what are you doing here?” Mary asked.

            “It’s my last time here since I’m no longer the liaison officer for the UNSC.” Charlie could feel his heart die as Derek continued to hold Mary’s hand.

            “Oh, that’s unfortunate.” Mary frowned.

            “Yes, it is.” Charlie thought about Sarah and then Mary.

            “Well, I’m glad you came back to let us know.” Mary smiled.

            “Yeah, I’m not sure the next time I’ll be back. Is the life here good?” Charlie asked.

            “Yes, it’s been good thus far.” Mary eyed Derek with dreamy eyes.

            “Good to hear.” Charlie nodded.

            “I’m glad Mary came here.” Derek added.

            “And I have nothing to be glad about.” Charlie thought with his mouth closed.

            “Me too.” Mary replied.

            “Well, I’ve got to go now.” Charlie looked at his watch wanting to remove himself from the pain.

            “Ok, good luck with everything. May our paths cross again.” Mary hugged Charlie.      

            “Thanks. I hope so…” Charlie hugged Mary tightly.

            Charlie needed a hug after what’s been happening around him. After a minute, Mary released Charlie, but Charlie didn’t.

            “You can let go now.” Mary laughed.

            “Oh, sorry.” Charlie snapped to reality and released his embrace.

            Charlie smiled nervously as he saw Derek watch him with a perked eye.

            “Bye Mary.” Charlie said goodbye and walked off towards Anthony standing at the hallway talking to a guard.

            Charlie walked out of the gym and didn’t look back. He couldn’t find the strength in him to turn around. There was nothing he could do either. Just like Sarah, he was too late with Mary. Any hope he had left in him was extinguished and Charlie was nothing. It was going to be a long painful trip back to the Outpost on the Pelican. He had no more purpose in living anymore. For now, Charlie would have to reflect upon that later when he’s alone in his quarters.

UNSCDF Chapter 37- The Paths of Life

Bankstown, New South Wales, Australia

UNSC Relief Center

August 3, 1999

1100 Local Time

            Taylor, Cookson, and Sarah stood in front of the “Wall of Fallen Heroes” and watched as a sergeant stuck a plaque marked “Private Daniel Johnson” next to a wall full of plaques. The sergeant looked at Cookson and saluted before walking off.

            “We are in your debt.” Taylor looked at the plaque.

            “Thank you Private Johnson.” Sarah stood still as she remembered his sacrifice.

            “He was a great man to the very end.” Cookson touched the plaque.

            “Cookson, I can’t express how sorry I am for you to lose your friend. Thank you for coming to get us.” Taylor placed his hand on Cookson’s shoulder.

            “Everyone makes sacrifices…” Cookson thought of Az.

            “Thank you.” Sarah leaned and placed her head beside Cookson’s arm.

            “I’m glad you are all safe.” Cookson brushed Sarah’s smooth hair.

            Taylor looked at the pair and decided to give them some space.

            “Oh, I have to meet up with an officer.” Taylor interrupted as he looked at his watch.

            “I’ll see you soon Taylor.” Sarah replied as Taylor walked off.

            Cookson held Sarah’s hand and gently pulled her away from the wall. Sarah smiled joyfully and watched as Cookson grabbed her to bench. Sarah sat down comfortably on the bench as Cookson stood in front of her.

            “Sarah, close your eyes.” Cookson requested.

            “Why?” Sarah looked at Cookson in the eyes.

            “I want you to imagine a place without zombies. Close your eyes and I’ll tell you the imagery and you can picture it.” Cookson explained.

            “Okay.” Sarah closed her eyes.

            “Good. Imagine life with any troubles or worries. Neither chaos nor destruction. Imagine everyday being happy and carefree.” Cookson spoke as he moved behind Sarah.

            Sarah smiled as she imagined the place Cookson had spoken. Sarah felt a nice cool breeze of wind blow her hair and bird chirping nearby. She saw herself running bare foot on the warm sand down in Gold Coast, Queensland. She saw birds flocking in the clear blue sky and the sound of water splashing on the shores. She smiled warmly as she saw herself lying on soft tall grass looking at the starry night at the Royal National Park in New South Wales. She could hear the crickets chirping in the distant and wind shuffling through the tall grass. Life seemed so good.

            “Open your eyes Sarah.” Cookson whispered into her ear softly.

            Sarah slowly opened her eyes and saw Cookson stick both hands from behind her holding a bouquet of red roses.

            “This is for you.” Cookson presented the roses.

            “Aw…this is so sweet of you.” Sarah took the roses and smelled them.

            “It’s so hard to find roses these days. Took me a while.” Cookson walked up in front of her.

            “I know.” Sarah sniffed the roses and smiled.

            “Sarah, I’ve been thinking about it for the past couple of days.” Cookson spoke nervously.

            “Thinking about what?” Sarah wondered.

            “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Cookson spoke and blushed.

            With that, Cookson crouched onto one knee in front of Sarah and reached into his pocket. Sarah gasped and was speechless.

            “Sarah Parks, will you marry me?” Cookson presented Sarah a small box and opened it to show her a silver ring.

            “Oh my gosh…” Sarah covered her mouth.

            “It’s not the typical ring with a big rock on it. This ring was passed on by my grandfather to my father.” Cookson looked at a Sarah with shy eyes.

            Sarah looked at the ring and then looked at Cookson. She didn’t know what to say to Cookson.

            “I want to spend the rest of my life with you and give you the life that I described. I want you to be the happiest girl in the world. We can take the journey together. What do you say?” Cookson looked at a speechless Sarah.

            “I…” Sarah tried to find the courage to say the words.

            Cookson smiled and continued to crouch holding the ring in front of Sarah.

            “I do.” Sarah blurted out and smiled.

            “I love you Sarah.” Cookson took the ring out of the box and slid it onto Sarah’s left hand.

            “I love you too.” Sarah looked at the ring on her finger and looked at Cookson.

            Cookson sat next to Sarah and gave her a passionate kiss. Sarah savored the moment and kissed Cookson for a very long time. Cookson brushed her hair as he kissed and felt her luscious lips pucker his lips. Cookson was happy that Sarah had agreed to marry him. He was never going to let her go and finally had someone to love and be loved back.

Richmond, British Columbia, Canada

UNSC Richmond Outpost

August 3, 1999

0945 Local Time

            With the new alliance with the Scavengers, the civilians were allowed access to live at either place. Civilians were given the opportunity to live under the UNSC government of the Scavengers’ government. This new access allowed the alliance to become stronger and more stable. Charlie was temporary referred to as the UNSC’s liaison officer until a suitable candidate was found so that Charlie could return to his other duties.

            “Hi Zyrok.” Mary greeted Charlie as he entered the cafeteria.

            “Hello Mary, how are you?” Mary took off her apron and stepped out of the counter.

            “I’m fine, thanks.”  Charlie smiled.

            “I see your career is taking off.” Mary grabbed a seat as Charlie sat down.

            “Yeah.” Charlie nodded.

            “A liaison officer? That’s a big role. I still can’t believe you opened up an alliance with the Scavengers.” Mary spoke with disbelief.

            “It’s only a temporary position. Someone should have offered an alliance a long time ago. We’re all the remaining humans left on this planet. Why not work together?” Charlie explained.

            “I’m glad all is going well for you. How are you with finding Sarah?” Mary asked.

            “Thanks. I still haven’t made contact with her. Perhaps she’s busy or the UNSC has taken control of her communications.” Charlie sighed.

            “Don’t give up.” Mary placed her hand on Charlie’s hand.

            “Thanks. I won’t.” Charlie reassured.

            “Hey Zyrok.” Mary looked at Charlie.

            “Yeah?” Charlie returned with a glance.

            “I wish all the best for you and your life.” Mary wished.

            “What do you mean?” Charlie wondered.

            “I’m officially moving to the Scavengers’ Holdout tomorrow.” Mary spoke and smiled lightly.

            “Why?” Charlie looked with concerned eyes.

            “Well, I want to live a normal life. The Scavengers seem to be the one that offers a life that was similar before the apocalypse.” Mary reasoned.

            “Too militaristic here?” Charlie asked.

            “I think so. I want to give the Scavengers a try.” Mary spoke her mind.

            “Very well. I wish you all the best as well.” Charlie wished.

            “Thanks. Look, before I go tomorrow, I’ll come see you.” Mary said with a smile and stood up.

            “Okay…” Charlie spoke sadly and stood next to Mary.

            “You can still visit me at the Holdout. After all, you’ve got access.” Mary patted Charlie’s chest.

            “I guess so.” Charlie muttered.

            “Don’t worry too much.” Mary smiled and walked off.

            Charlie stood motionless as he watched Mary enter behind the counter and put on her apron. He watched as she served food to a few marines before Mary noticed Charlie watching. Mary smiled and turned back to doing her work.  

            “Perhaps I worry too much.” Charlie mumbled under his breath.

            Charlie looked at his watch and decided to head to his office.

            “Perhaps I worry because I care…” Charlie told himself as he waved at Mary and left the cafeteria.

UNSCDF Chapter 33- Deep Reflections

Surrey, British Columbia, Canada

Scavengers’ Holdout

July 27, 1999

2115 Local Time

            Anthony took Charlie to their warehouse and opened the door.

            “Here’s our food storage.” Anthony pointed at bags marked with “Seeds” and “Millet”.

            “That’s quite a supply you got there.” Charlie widened his eyes in disbelief.

            “I’ll have my men load up fifty kilos of these.” Anthony waved a man over.

            “Thanks.” Charlie smiled.

            “I’ll also put in two boxes of fresh vegetables.” Anthony offered as he walked Charlie out of the warehouse.

            “Organic?” Charlie joked.

            “Of course.” Anthony laughed.

            “I’m really glad we got this alliance going.” Charlie spoke his mind.

            “I like this free trade agreement we got going.” Anthony directed Charlie to the farms.

       “Definitely increases the survivability of the human race.” Charlie watched two women dig up potatoes.

            “You married Lieutenant?” Anthony watched as the women waved at them.

            “No, I’m not.” Charlie waved at the women.

            “If you’re looking to settle down, this is a good place.” Anthony pointed at the surroundings.

            “I’m sure it is, but I’ve got duties and a personal goal I need to do.” Charlie replied with a straight face.

            “Ah, yes. You’re an officer in the UNSC, but do you really want a career in the military?” Anthony questioned.

            “Well, everyone has their reasons.” Charlie thought about Sarah.

            “Then what’s your reason?” Save humanity? I’m sure it’s not that.” Anthony asked as he sat down on a bench.

            “It’s complicated.” Charlie sat down beside Anthony.

            “Tell me, we’ve got time.” Anthony relaxed himself.

            “I don’t feel comfortable.” Charlie felt uneasy.

            “Hey man, I’m not here to judge. I’ve heard many different reasons as to why people enlist. I’m sure yours might be common.” Anthony looked at Charlie’s face.

            “I joined the UNSC in hopes of finding a girl I like in Australia.” Charlie said with one breath.

            “Wow man. Australia is far…” Anthony wondered.

            “Yeah, it’s insane isn’t it?” Charlie asked.

            “I don’t see it as insane. I see it as determination.” Anthony complimented.

            “Thanks. Sometimes I wonder if she knows I’m out there looking for her.” Charlie looked at the dark sky.

            “I’m sure she will.” Anthony reassured.

            “I hope so.” Charlie looked upset.

       “Cheer up big fellow, you’re making a lot of progress in the UNSC. You’ll find her one day.” Anthony patted Charlie’s shoulder.

            “Thanks.” Charlie’s face lit with some hope.

            “Let’s get you a drink.” Anthony got up and pointed at a building.

         “Sure.” Charlie got up and watched as the women on the farm headed indoors with a basket of potatoes.

            Anthony led Charlie to a building filled with lively music and people. Anthony walked up to the bartender and grabbed a seat.

            “Hop on. What can I get you?” Drink’s on me.” Anthony patted on a stool beside him.

            “Iced water would be fine.” Charlie sat down.

            “Water? You got to be kidding me.” Anthony laughed.

            “I don’t drink alcohol.” Charlie looked at people dancing around him.

            “I see, you’re still on the job.” Anthony waved the bartender over.

            “What can I get you sir?” the bartender asked.

            “I’ll have a glass of red wine and iced water for this young lad here.” Anthony replied and pointed at Charlie.

            “Alright, red wine and iced water coming up.” the bartender repeated in acknowledgement.

            “You dance Charlie?” Anthony looked at a couple of women dancing alone.

            “I’m fine. You go right on ahead.” Charlie scanned the crowd and saw Hawkes sitting at a table with three women.

            “Here you go.” the bartender interrupted and placed their drinks in front of them.

            “Very well Charlie, I’m going to dance.” Anthony took a sip of red wine and walked off towards the women.

            Charlie grabbed his glass and drank it halfway before walking over to Hawkes. Hawkes seemed to be enjoying himself as the women played around his uniform and hair. Charlie slowly stood in front of Hawkes amused until Hawkes finally realized that he was standing

            “Sir!” Hawkes jumped up and saluted Charlie.

            “At ease Hawkes.” Charlie returned a salute.

            The three women stared at Charlie like they’ve never seen a guy before. Charlie felt a little uneasy and turned his face around to Hawkes.

            “Ladies, that’s my Lieutenant.” Hawkes introduced.

            Two women approached Charlie and touched his arms. Charlie took a step back to distance himself from the women.

            “I’m sorry ladies, but I’ve got work to do.” Charlie lied.

            “You need some help boss?” Hawkes offered.

            “Yeah, I’m fine. I’ve got to oversee some operations.” Charlie made the story up.

            The women expressed their disappointment and then turned back to Hawkes. Charlie sighed and then walked out the building. Charlie looked at the starry night sky and sat down on a curb with the remaining glass of water in his hand. Charlie took a sip and watched as more people entered the building which he came out.

            “People here are having a good time even when outside the holdout is nothing but chaos and destruction.” Charlie thought and reflected.

            Charlie felt a surge of sadness sweep over him. He missed the good old days. Life seemed to be better before the apocalypse, but it seems like life remained the same at the Scavenger’s Holdout. Charlie finished his glass of water and slid an ice cube into his mouth. The coldness of the ice spread throughout his cheek and he coughed.

            “You alright Zyrok?” Hawkes sat down beside him.

            “Why’d you come out? I thought you were having a good time.” Charlie asked and crunched the ice in his mouth before swallowing.

            “I was, but I’ve never seen you look so down before. So what’s up?” Hawkes asked with concern.

            “Stars and the moon.” Charlie looked at the sky and replied with a serious face.

            “No seriously, what’s going on?” Hawkes spoke directly.

            “It is the stars and the moon.” Charlie stressed.

            “What about them?” Hawkes asked.

            “They remind me of someone.” Charlie sighed.

            “Who?” Hawkes questioned.

            “Sarah.” Charlie reached into his chest pocket and pulled out the poem he had written on his first mission.

            “Ah, a girl. What about Sarah?” Hawkes replied.

            “She’s the reason why I’m in the UNSC. I enlisted hoping to find her one day.” Charlie looked at his poem.

            “Don’t worry, we’ll find her. The Scavengers can help as well.” Hawkes assured.

            “You don’t understand.” Charlie sighed “She’s in Australia.”

            “Oh…” Hawkes paused for a moment.

            “It’s fine mate, I’ll have to take this journey alone.” Charlie replied.

            “You don’t need to. You’ve got me. What’s that in your hand?” Hawkes pointed at Charlie’s poem.

            “Oh, it’s a poem I wrote for her when I got stuck on that comms tower back in Abbotsford.” Charlie shrugged.

            “Oh that. May I see it?” Hawkes held out his hand.

            “Sure.” Charlie handed the napkin to Hawkes.

            “On that dark cold weary night…” Hawkes began to read.

            After a few minutes, Hawkes smiled and returned the napkin back to Charlie.

            “You’ve got some skills in poetry as well.” Hawkes complimented.

            “It’s really nothing, I won’t be famous anyways.” Charlie joked.

            “You should show this to her after seeing how much she means to you.” Hawkes suggested.

            “If I find her…” Charlie looked at the stars.

            “Come on, it’s getting cold out here. Let’s head indoors to chill.” Hawkes shivered as a gust of wind blew his hair.

            “Alright.” Charlie stood up and walked with Hawkes to a small building which was quieter.