[b] Enrique-Outpost [/b] Enrique rolled in his bed clutching the sheets, he dreamt of bad things. He dreamt of killing, before the outbreak, he saw his mother, then she was a walker, then his father, he saw everyone. Then he saw Amanda, he saw walkers engulf her taking her down, he ran and when he approached he saw a walker tearing at her flesh, he grabbed it by the shoulders and threw it off of her. When he looked back at it he saw himself, a decaying flesh munching corpse. He sprang from his sleep and grabbed his pistol, he saw a figure in the doorway halfway in and halfway out. He aimed his gun then the figure stepped into the candle light, it was Amanda. "Enrique..." She said slowly walking towards him. She lightly grabbed the gun and pried Enrique's fingers off of it. She put it on the floor beside the bed and held him in her hands. Enrique let out a shakey breath and relaxed his shoulder putting his head on Amanda's chest, she put her hands on his head. "I'm so sorry," he said carefully, "I... I just... The dream was so vivid." "Who was it this time?" "You, except it was me as a walker... I don't know..." Amanda laid Enrique back and crawled into bed beside him putting her head on his chest, he leaned his chin against her head and sighed. She smiled and closed her eyes, Enrique stayed awake, he couldn't stop seeing it. Her screaming was real, it had to be, he was there, it was him. He sighed and closed his eyes letting exhaustion take over him, after the darkness he felt Amanda shaking him. He woke up and sun was pouring in through a window in the small room they shared. He sat up in bed and looked over at Amanda, she flashed a smile and pulled on a new shirt, Enrique stood and picked a shirt and pants from his duffel. He pulled them on over his boxers. He fastened on his belt and then attached his axe to it, he grabbed his pistol off the floor and slid it into his belt line. He felt a hand grab it and when he turned around Amanda was putting it into her belt line. "What do you say you let me have la pistola today?" Amanda said smiling, Enrique smirked and gave her a small kiss then the two left their room. Enrique went to his usual task of training the scouts and Amanda to the kitchens, she had become a remarkable cook as of late. When Enrique arrived at the range he saw all of his scouts lined up, 3 rows back of 8 across. He walked through them making sure each was at attention, he only had to correct one. He moved to the front and smiled. "Colton! Front and center!" Enrique shouted, he watched the teen that had been by his side for some time now leave the front row and stand in front of him. "Sir?" Colton said clearly. Enrique had trained this kid well. "Commence PT, lead them in push-ups and sit ups then we are running laps, after that we hit the range, today we're working with bows, allot of you are shit on stealth. Some too fat, some too stupid, that'll change today." With that the scouts got into push up position and Colton led them, he counted out with each up. Enrique followed along but at his own pace. He wasn't slower, hell he could have been a few ahead. He just didn't feel like leading today, he simply worked alongside Colton. This kid had talent, he was a good shooter, light on his feet, he had a pretty damn good warriors code as well. Enrique simply let him lead today, his dreams still plagued him, so much so that the scouts had to tell him to stop doing sit ups. He acted like he meant to and told them to run, he took his place at the back to make sure there were no stragglers, anyone who lagged behind got everyone an extra 2 laps. He ran these boys ragged but they were fine with it, he knew they respected him. He knew they were soldiers and were damn good at it. On their third lap around a few kids were running alongside the scouts, Enrique let them run. He smiled and pushed onwards, ignoring the pains in both his legs. He'd been shot in both legs but damned if he showed it to these boys.