Herlee

Herlee strolled to the next room where Sane soldiers were sitting in chairs. When they say him, the room burst into murmurs of the soldiers. Herlee stood in front of the crowd sitting around. They were all looking at him, whispering to each other.

"Calm down, everyone. Yes, you haven't seen such a familiar face in a few months, but that will end soon. Less people will die. Just to assure you." Herlee, with a proud stare, assured them. "The Second Militia has joined us so that date might even come sooner." The room flared with the soldiers screaming insults svck as, "Have you lost your mind?" and "They're better off being Insane meat!" Herlee glared furiously at them, and they eventually shut up.

"I don't like it any more than you do," he continued, "But we have lost our three previous battles against the Mad and we need more soldiers. Plus, they're stronger than-" Herlee was interrupted once again. Troopers laughed, soldiers screamed more insults, and commanders tried to control them. They didn't shut up this time.

"BE QUIET!" Herlee roared through the halls of the Sane HQ. The soldiers did as were told. He smiled and continued once again. "They certainly are stronger than us, considering they've taken over three of the Mad's bases." Herlee stated. A soldier dared to interrupt.

"Where are those bases now sir?" the dark colored skin soldier asked. Herlee took it as an insult.

"Well, they were blown up by the Mad's Military Hedquarters. But they had missiles, it was an unfair fight." Herlee told him the facts. The soldier shut his mouth for the rest of the meeting. "Now, if there are no more questions, I guess I can continue to explain why I am here. We have planned an upcoming battle against the Mad. We will need to train. Hard. Now you can ask away." he told them. A trooper raised his hand.

"Sir, how long will we have to fight? When will we find a cure?" he asked Herlee. Herlee didn't even know the answer, but he thought up something.

"Soon. Very soon." Herlee responded. "Now, no more questions?" He looked around for hands, but no one raised theirs. "Good."

Alexander Evans:

Alexander woke up in a hammock in the HQ of the Second Militia, which was the garrison of Miami. He heard some man talking in the command room, with rowdy men yapping. Alexander, a Captain, walked into the room

"QUIET!" he hollered as the men joked suddenly stopped

"Sir, please continue." Alex sat down and cleaned his M1 Garand. He thought about his life
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Two Years Earlier:

"Alexander, take point!" said the officer as Alex ran ahead, the Mad walked aimlessly with knifes and axes in hand

"THERE THEY ARREEEEEEEEEE!" Screamed a man as gunfire opened out at the Mad. The Mad charged the patrol of Six men. A friend of Alex, Snowy, dove infront of Alex as a Madman ran toward him with a Axe, killing Snowy, but saving Alex

"NO!" he screamed as he shot the Madman
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Fredd

The gates to the Arena opened and a shining white light blinded Fredd. The Mad announcer roared through the stadium of cheering Mad. Everyone heard the announcer and were happy to hear the names.

"On our left, we have a random Sane. Heh heh heh, and on our right, we have...SLICER!" the man echoed through the Arena full of bleachers. "Let the battle begin. Ha ha ha ha ha!" A tall Insane with unusually large claws glared at him with anger. They stood there for a minute then "Slicer" charged. Fredd stood there, waiting to kill. Slicer was ready to slice when Fredd took out his knife and stabbed Slicer in the neck. He dropped dead. Fredd looked at the crowd and they were all booing. Fredd went back to his slave pen and sat down.