Episode 1

Heavy rain pouring my body in a dark sky, I cannot move as my excrutiating pain in my whole body is taking over.

Tears and raindrops mixing i my eyes, this is the only thing i can do right now. I cant scream or move my body because of the bullets i took. The pain becoming numb and lightheadness from the loss of blood.

i hear the footsteps of armed people coming near while they are gunning the other soldiers who are still alive and even the ones who are ground to make sure no one is left alive.

ignoring as they run to chase my squad around this muddy forest but that is not what i'm worrying about, the sound of gunshot is getting louder every time the i hear it.

there is no choice other than to wait for my death, my struggle is futile now.

as i looking to the sky , contemplating life of what i have done. a child of a orphanage, no family to hold onto, and a soldier nothing to lose other than making his comrades safe. My only wish is that the remaining ones are gonna survive but it is only a lost hope when i see the man looking down on me as i laying down in the bloody mud.

Lieutenant Macaraig, this fucking rat. i had my doubts, but it is now confirm on why the terrorists are always 5 steps ahead of us because of this old man. holding a glock in his right hand, smiling to me of what i have become.

wrinkles in his face together with his maniacal smile, disgust and hate are the only thing i have for him. my struggle to hold him at his camo pants is the only thing i can do, he kick my both arms so easily then have a look for me.

he points his gun to my head, but i regret that this is the last face that i will see.

"You served your country well kid." the deep rough voice with the sound of the pouring rain.

"w-why, y-you?" i hardly speak to my last words.

" the night you mess my business and destroyed it a month ago, you destroyed my image to my clients. even though it take years to regain of what your squad did, i can still gain profit since i'm the only one who is reliable."

that's why, he is the one supplying arms from the terrorists. surely he got so pissed off because the one we infiltrated last month was the warehouses full of military supplies, we concluded that someone is suppling to the other side using our govenment issued guns but i never though he is the one who pulling the strings since he looks like an asshole but can't even do shit when it matters.

"You did one hell of a good job, even i was impressed on how you did you pinpoint it. enough of this, you are just a fucking nobody anyway."

im a fucking nobody! those words are the last things i heard before the gunshot put a hole in my forehead. the blinding light of the from the bullet is the only thing i can see.

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"we saved the baby!!" 3 different manly voices in unison are echoing around the operating room.

a newborn baby is saved from a evitable death supplying it with apparatuses surviving from the disease surrounding its body with black veins, destroying his nervous system.

After long hours of effort, the 4 persons in that room hear the cries of the baby surronding the room meaning that the operation is successful

"Charlie and Faith will be so happy if they see this." she said as she wrapped the fragile child in a clean white cloth and hold it in her arms while she was crying despite the exhaustion as she was one of the 4 persons operating it too.

"We got this far without naming the child but one thing is for sure, they both didnt die in vain." the tallest guy resounding with a large voice

"Charlie wants to name him after his and faith wants Dharwin since she loves biology." the skinny man exhaustingly said to them.

"Charles Dharwin it is then, sounds like a notorious mad scientist huh." the man who is the calmest in all of them

"Oh come on!" she slapped his shoulders and the other two laughs but the two of them look at the baby full of love.

"We can't name his surname into Gonzales, it will be all for naught if we cant hide his identity."

"Its against our will to not name after to the child of my very bestfriends, since we are the ninong and ninang-"

"De palma." those words strike to her as he said it, she looks at him lovingly.

"Charles Dharwin Fujimori De Palma." she said and hug the man beside him and hold the child in her other arm

"Congrats!" as they smile out of the room as the other 4 persons are also waiting out the result of the operation.

The child that survives from a deadly plague in this world after the Cosmic war still to this very day.

June 16, 2224

Cavite, Philippines