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Inevitability (Ep4) - captured

Eden rode off into the Redwoods.

There was no way he was being followed, was there?

Soldiers came out of the bushes and yelled words that Eden couldn't make out. They shot darts at his para, and it collapsed, unconscious. Eden raised his arms In defeat.

two days later

A bright light shined through his eyelids and he blinked a couple times, before rubbing his eyes. A man held a lantern and began shouting to wake everyone else. Eden crawled out of bed. They'd explained their situation to him already: they were helping another tribe rebel against their government.

They must have tracked Eden and planned to use him because he had military experience as a medic.

The first battle was at hand.

The man handed everyone a gun and they all walked out of their tents.

"There's been an ambush! They need immediate assistance!" Said their commander.

They had walked down a path for seven miles, when they met a dead end. A large boulder in the trail.

"I'll go." Eden offered.

"No," replied a bearded man.

"I'll be quick."

Eden's gaze shifted to something else. A pile of leaves were crushed in an unnatural way. None of them had even touched it. Eden opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by a gunshot. The bearded man fell backwards off the rock, his face oozing blood. His body hit the ground with a crack. Eden recognized the man's facial expression and knew he was dead. A young boy who was about fourteen looked at Eden. "Don't just stand there! You're a medic, aren't you?" He said.

Eden just stared in confusion.

"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Reaper." He said.

"Well...the man's dead." Eden responded.

Gunshots made it almost impossible to hear. "I'm pretty sure you're supposed to be fighting." Eden told him.

"I'm only fourteen, I'm not going to just kill someone." Reaper stated.

A bullet flew by Eden, and he could no longer hear anything. A high pitched noise was the only sound. Something knocked Eden to the ground and everything became dim. He noticed Reaper fighting with something, before everything darkened and the high pitched sound stopped.