"AUUUUUGH!" The old man yelled. His greyed hair flopped back as he fell and clutched his leg, as blood gushed out. He wore camo and donned a purple heart, withcombat boots and a cap on.
"MacGullus, I've been hit!" the old man yelled.
Another man with greyish red hair in camo rolled up in a wheelchair.
"Marcone, what happened?" the man asked in a scottish accent.
"The guy out of the two lovebirds over there shot me in the fuckin' leg!" Marcone yelled.
"HE SNUCK UP ON US!" Colin yelled.
MacGullus groaned as he loaded the wounded man into a sling on wheels hooked up to his chair and rolled off. Colin and Amy followed along.
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The duo sat at a campfire next to the first two men and four other old men, all in camo, all with Purple Hearts they gained in Vietnam. There was Marcone, a guy with a missing middle finger, which he could raise at the fat idiot that shot him. There was MacGullus, a combat medic of Scottish decent bound to a wheelchair. Then there were the Calloway brothers, each missing an eye who where skilled as snipers. Then there was the private Gompers, a short man with a bionic leg. Last there was the leader, retired Corporal Benson, a headstrong strategist. Together, they called themselves the Greyed Berets, devoted to fighting bimbos and aiding survivors.
"So, you two wanna explain how you got out here?" MacGullus asked.
Colin explained what happened to him and how he and Amy joined up. Amy explained how she got there.
"I was helping my little cousin deliver girlscout cookies. We went up to a house and then a bimbo came out and... you know..." Amy said, unwilling to elaborate.
Benson nodded, saying "Continue."
Amy took a deep breath, "So I hit the bimbos in the head with her cookie wagon and fell down a hill, busting up my arm. I hid in the booth where he found me."
The old war veterans turned around and talked amongst themselves for a few minutes until they faced the young duo and Benson asked the question:
"Would you like to join up with the Greyed Berets ? We could give you training, food, and shelter."
The two college youths talked for another few minutes, before they turned around and said "Yes."
"Alright, you two get some rest, training starts tomorrow." Benson said.
The duo ate the army rations collected by Benson and crawled into sleeping bags; tomorrow would be an important day.