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    "Welcome to the boot camp recruits!" yells an elderly man dressed as a soldier, wearing a ton of medals to show the recruits he is one that is not to be messed with. "From this day on, you all will be fighters, not civilians!"


    There are around a hundred people that have formed a line, all wearing military outfits recruits would usually wear, but with a weird logo on the backs of the shirts and T-shirts. In that group there are also the five people who in the present are going to create an outpost in China, that have been presented earlier. Those five people are Ri Ku, Ahmed, Li Kay, Xin Yan and Yu Tang, and all have come from different backgrounds, but after this whole training, they will be brothers in arms.


    "You all look weak and pathetic!" says that older soldier after he looked at all the people who decided to join The Organization Fighting Squads Training Program. "But in these six months, we will make you as strong as the ones who have saved you all!" takes a look at a person, and he asks. "You there! The one with brown hair!"


    "Yes, sir!" says that guy, stepping out of line and looking nervous.


    "Are you nervous? For what? Are you fucking me?"


    "N-N-No, sir!" says that person, looking more nervously.


    "You look like you need a haircut." says that older man to the person, he notices his brown hair is too long. "Go and get yourself a buzz cut or something, or else I''ll throw you to the zombies with only a pistol! The long hair will be a problem in a combat fight because an enemy will grab it, and pull it like a cow''s tits."


    "Yes, sir!" says that person nervously, walking out of the line.


    "Not now!" yells the elder man to that person. "After training!"


    That person turns around and goes back to the line, feeling ashamed. Some of these people were laughing, but others weren''t laughing at this, they looked with pity at the man. Li Kay was giggling at this, and that elder man spotted that giggle and walked fast to Li Kay and yelled at him.


    "You find something funny, funny man?"


    "N-No." says Li Kay in mandarin. "Nothing."


    "What?" asks that elder, looking tough at Li Kay. "Speak English!"


    "S-Sorry, but I don''t know, sir." says Li Kay in a broken English, by using a phrase he learned in a movie.


    "You should learn in these six months!" and he looks at the other people from the line. "And that is available for all of you! One of the most important things about being a member of the Fighting Squad is the ability to speak English. I don''t care if you barely know some words, what I want to see is you people speak English to each other. Communication is key in the Fighting Squad. Unlike in the armies. Understand!"


    "Yes, sir!" says the majority of the group.


    "Louder!"


    "Sir, yes! Sir!" yells most of the people from the line.


    "Louder, motherfuckers!"


    "Sir! Yes! Sir!" yells the people from the line.


    "That''s more like it!" says that elderly man to the group, not sounding happy. "Now. I want all of you to go to the armory, take your guns and some paint. We''ll be using paintball guns, not real guns nor one of those bp''s stuff, or whatever you call it! We will not use real bullets because those are more expensive than some of you! I want all of you to be ready in five minutes and meet me at the shooting range."This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it.


    The entire group of people are going to the barracks to take out the available weapons. This island, beside being a place to train new recruits for the Fighting Squad, it also presents a weapon factory that has been established not long ago. This factory prepares the needed guns for the soldiers and for the people of the Organization who are needed for their missions. More likely to those who are in the Asian continent.


    This island is located near Taiwan, and it''s heavily fortified from the zombies who are able to swim, but not on large distances from the lands. And beside the weapon factory, this said island provides a vehicle workshop where they are working on fixing and manufacturing cars which are used to kill all of these zombies. Some cars that look like the ones from a Mad Max movie, but these types of cars are rarely used since most of The Organization Fighter Squads possess tanks, military trucks with mounted guns, helicopters and some even have an air jet, but those who have it, are mostly in Europe.


    Arriving at one of the barracks, Li Kay sees a paintball gun laying near the door, he is taking that gun, then, someone hands him a magazine with painting. That someone is Ri Ku, without his short brown bear.


    "Here you go." says Ri Ku in Mandarin to Li Kay.


    "Thank you." responds Li Kay in Mandarin.


    "My name is Ri Ku, but you can call me Ku."


    "Li Kay. You can call me Li or Kay. Doesn''t matter."


    "Alright, Kay. Where were you rescued from?"


    "Beijing."


    The two are taking what they need and head outside, while walking with the other group to the shooting range, Li Kay asks Ri Ku.


    "You were rescued from China?"


    "Yes. Hong Kong." says Ri Ku, then he proceeds to tell him what is a lie. "I was on a business trip there, but this whole apocalypse ruined my plans."


    "What was your job?" asks Li Kay.


    "I was a reporter." lies Ri Ku again.


    "Oh. I worked as a cashier at a convenience store."


    "I also worked on something like that. Mom used to own a shop like this, and every day after school I would usually go there and help her with sales when I was little. Good times."


    "For me, it wasn''t. Thank God, my Boss died."


    "Was it that bad?"


    "It was my brother-in-law."


    The conversation between these two future brothers in arms stops abruptly because of the elder soldier, who used his whistle to warn all the people to stop from talking and listen to what he''ll tell them to do. The elder man points at a cardboard box of a zombie who looks like it was stolen from a Comic Con.


    "You see that. That is a zombie. An ugly zombie who needs to be shot. And where do we shoot?"


    "The head!" says most of the people from that group.


    "Yes. The head. The brain zone is what it should be aimed at. You can also shoot the limbs to incapacitate them. But you risk wasting bullets and be more exposed to dangers, which is not an issue for us… But if some of you get stranded and have only one magazine at you and a horde of zombies in front of you… You better know how to fight in close combat."


    The elder man is looking at the recruits who have taken their paintball guns, and he backs away from their shooting range.


    "Show me your aim, people."


    The entire group of people proceed to use the paintball guns, aim at the cardboard on the designated area to shoot and start to spread the paint from their guns. The elder soldier didn''t look impressed at the recruits. Some of them missed their shot completely, others were aiming at the body parts, and others didn''t hold their gun properly, some of them almost dropping on the ground.


    Before the elder man was going to criticize them he notices a Chinese woman holding the gun and aiming at the head of the cardboard, hits every cardboard with such precision, hitting about ten zombies and stops firing when the gun paint bottle gets empty. The elder soldier looks at that young woman and asks her to come to him. The woman obeys the order.


    "What is your name?" asks the elderly man in English.


    "Xin Yan." responds the woman in Mandarin, then switches to English. "My name is Xin Yan, sir!"


    "Where did you learn to shoot like this? It''s better than some soldiers I''ve seen."


    "I was a part of a professional team at Paintball."


    "Something like this exist?"


    "Yes. But it is harder to use a gun."


    "Indeed. You go to the barracks and hand over the paintball gun with the equipment. You are dismissed."


    "Am I done?" asks Xin Yan in mandarin, then switches to English, and asks the same question again.


    "Yes. You head to the barracks, where the others will join you later to teach you about survival techniques you all need in the future."


    "Thank you, sir!" says Yan and walks by herself to the barracks.