"Rise and shine, assholes- Sorry, Callie, not you." Nicole must have been salty that she missed out on our impromptu sleepover, because she awoke us rudely and not as long after dawn as I would have liked.

"Ughhhhh unless you have coffee go away." I mumbled into the sheets. I tossed a pillow at her, but it landed on the floor.

Jacob snorted into a pillow next to me. He was just as awake as I was.

Callie climbed over my legs before jumping off the bed. She squeezed Nicole tightly as she wrapped her tiny arms around the older girl's waist.

Nicole smiled, before breaking away, bending over, and swiping the pillow from off the floor. She hit me with it.

"You guys have places to be. Get up!" Nicole hit me again.

"Don't be mean." Jacob mumbled.

She whacked him with the pillow. He groaned.

"I'm getting up. Gimme five."

"Me too."

She began rapidly hitting the two of us with her feather filled weapon. I groaned as I rolled out of bed.

"I'm up. You can stop."

"Nooo never surrender, Locke." Jacob pulled the sheets closer as Nicole aimed at him.

"Come on. Nic's right."

"Noooooo."

She whacked him in the face. He scowled.

His hair looked funny, sticking up like it did. He had chaotic bedhead and raccoon eyes, like he was constantly squinting in the light. His hair seemed perfect to ruffle and annoy him about at this hour, but I decided against it. He'd probably been through enough.

"You win. I've been bested by a teenage girl. Woe is me." He stated, rather un-dramatically.

"Come on. We have training. Time to check out what we're up against."

"Ugh. I hate this place. I should be allowed to sleep in during the apocalypse. Otherwise what's the point."

I laughed. "Come on. I need to get ready."

"What's stopping you?"

It would be weird to change in front of them, first off. It was my room, after all.

Realizing, I could just use the bathroom I grabbed a clean pair of clothes.

"Nic, if he's not up by the time I'm dressed, feel free to drench him with tap water." I smirked.

Jacob was ready by the time I got out of the bathroom, but his hair was still a mess. Ducky must have had all his favorite hair care products locked inside.

I would have made fun of him for it, but I was distracted by the fact we had to participate in a stupid civilization we'd been kidnapped into.

The training base was a surly gray building I had no urge to be at. Inside was just as dull and horrid, with a half dozen lifeless faces standing inside by the time we got there. At the front, was the attractive doctor I had seen yesterday.

The one with the striking blue eyes and dark hair. Dr. Khan had called him Carter, I remembered. No last name, just Carter. He wore a name tag that read #089, but I knew better than to call him that. I didn't need to.

"Looks like that's everyone." He scanned the room upon our entrance. "We are a little understaffed due to a flu outbreak among guards, so I'll be handing training today. My name is Carter and normally I'm in the medical wing. I'd appreciate not getting shot, so today we're just going to be using toys to practice."

He held up an example.

Nerf guns. He was talking about nerf guns. Which would do little to teach us how to defend ourselves against zombies.

Utterly pointless.

"They're treating us like toddlers." I whispered to Jacob.

He nodded. "Yeah, but what would you do if they gave you an actual gun? We haven't been brainwashed into liking this place yet."

He had a point. I knew exactly what I would do. He knew exactly what I would do.

"Okay we are going to work on aim. Shoot at the target in front of you." Carter advised.

I raised the toy up, but before I could shoot something soft hit me in the shoulder. The orange foam bullet bounced as it plopped onto the ground. I glared at Jacob.

"Mature."

"You have to learn to have fun with what they give you."

"This isn't to have fun! This is to get out of here-" I hissed.

"#710, give me your gun." Carter sighed, striding over to us.

My face grew red with embarrassment as I glared at Jacob.

"Aw come on, man. I was just kidding." Jacob whined.

"It's protocol. If you are going to treat it like a toy I have to take it away." Carter stated.

He spoke with years of maturity, but he couldn't have been older than Jacob, at least not more than a few months. Certainly no older than the legal drinking age.

"But it is a toy!" Jacob stated, clutching the fake gun with a strange protectiveness.

"It's a learning tool, which you've abused." Carter groaned. "Hand your gun over."

"Careful. He's gonna put you on time out." I snorted.

Carter shot me a glare.

There was a click. A foam, orange bullet left Jacob's plastic gun. It hit Carter in the chest. He glared.

Jacob's face lit up and he began running from the trainer, as Carter attempted to steal back Jacob's gun.

I wheezed, doubling over as I watched the toddler level maturity battle rage throughout the room. Jacob twisted throughout, weaving between other trainees and leaping over chairs, as he aimed perfectly to hit Carter each time.

Maybe... Maybe training with Jacob wouldn't be too bad. Maybe we wouldn't get anything done, but maybe it was better that way.

I hadn't laughed that hard in months.

Well that was a silly chapter. A fun chapter but certainly a silly chapter. Let me know your thoughts! Comment, vote, share, please!