Month 5, Year 1 of the 3 Year Horde
The rays of the sun was a warm blanket around him while the winds carried the screams of joy as young Reds were chasing each other. Training would continue until it was too hot to do so safely then they would break for lunch. They were learning basic combat tactics and how to fight as a group. I was not meant to fight, but to go unnoticed and slip around to get what the Cell needed most. So I did what I was best at, slipping between the trees and hiding between the large tropical leaves…”Where did he go?! Quickly check our flag, if he slips away with it again we lose!”
“Rasputin!” Suddenly I snapped back to reality and slowly peered over to the other Reds around the table. Cold air was rushing through the vent built into the grey cement room. Even with our engineers working hard, the old York winter was finding its way into Highpoint. The one who called my name was much younger, a bit pale from being inside so much, and concerned about the matters at hand.
“How are we to deal with this next wave and get supplies in?” She was nervous. Her fiddling with the pencil in her hand, when she asked a question she did not make eye contact with me. She was too young to be at a table making life or death decisions, but I had to start training others just in case I was not able to. Or rather, when I will not be able to.
Well let’s try to ease this by not making eye contact either and give an adequate strategy. “Coat two units with Zed Be Gone. It will attract the Mortis Champions and repel the weaker zombies, which will give enough time and space for Tizer to get this run of supplies in.” I got up quickly and began to leave the war room of Highpoint, leaving Camael to fine tune the plan. These emotions, I need to think rationally, I can’t keep feeling them if I need to take care of the people here. It appears the proximity to all these Red Stars is starting to incre…”
“Rasputin.” I turned to see a much taller and battle ready Red. As usual he had a calm stature about himself and waited for me to stop and turn before speaking again. “I hope I’m not speaking out of turn or prying, but are you alright? You seem a bit more distracted than usual.” He sees me quite thoroughly. He always has, even with my cold exterior to him for the many years he has known me. I looked down trying to assess the proper word choice. “No, but it is not hindering my work performance currently. There are higher priority tasks to be addressed.”
Jude interjected swiftly as I was beginning to turn my heel and return to my work. “Just because it is not hindering your work performance, does not mean it should not be addressed. You are here with your people, seeking help from another is healthy and wanted.” His statement is correct. You are safe and we all are, perhaps this is what Mayakovsky has spoken so many times about. “You are correct. I will consider it, but for now they need my help and focus more than I need theirs. Our very lives depend on the unity, organization, and execution.
Month 8, Year 2 of the Three Year Horde
Jude sat against the door of the cement and barren room. All that was there was three plastic cups with a pitcher of water, a metal table, and three chairs. I sat across from a bloodied and greasy Red. The Red’s eyes darted back and forth between Jude and myself. Anger, Paranoia, but sprinkled with trust glared back at them. The past few weeks were not moving forward that well. Jude and Wojtek’s interaction have ended mostly in violence, but this week we were going to try something new.
Years ago Mayakovsky spoke about physical touch and how it can strengthen a relationship, builds a connection, put someone in tune with their feelings. Jude spoke about feeling and addressing my issues as well. Perhaps we can address both at once. Wojtek is quick to use violence, but in the past he and I used our words. I made eye contact with Wojtek and waited until Wojtek’s were steady on me. Then I lifted my left hand calmy and extended just a few inches. Wojtek’s eyes quickly shifted to the extended hand and back to meet my eyes.
We sat there for a few minutes, not saying a word. Then the shift happened in Wojtek. His tight grip on his weapon relaxed and he let it fall against the table. His hands were shaky but he reached out and clasped my hand. His grip was devastatingly strong, coursing with the raider blood I am sure, but I could feel him. I took a slow deep breath and relaxed as I felt waves of serenity wash over me. This was what Mayakovsky was talking about. It’s so calming, so quiet, everything else is just trivial. Wojtek began to fully relax, the muscles in his shield arm loosened letting his heavy shield drop to the ground. He pulled the mask down and his raspy voice managed to ask for water. Jude came over slowly, poured him a glass of water and rest his hand on Wojtek’s shoulder and my own. I forgot what this felt like…
Month 12, Year 3 of the 3 Year Horde
The young red sat across from me on a comfortable couch. This was one of the few rooms we had our engineers make with windows. It was one of the highest points in the compound and it was meant for emotional recharging as they called it. The young Red had grown so much in the three years on the war council table. She took meticulous notes, learned my mannerisms, and even found time to now sit with me to work on my own weaknesses.
Unlike like about two years ago when she was nervous and couldn’t even make eye contact with me, she was not afraid anymore. It almost felt like the roles have reversed now. No longer was I sure about the situation, but instead nervous unsure how to process what was happening. Or more specifically, nervous about opening up.
“Rasputin, you haven’t said a word today. What is concerning you?” She waited, using the silence tactic I taught her when it came to working with emotional injuries. I closed my eyes and took a moment to evaluate my state, knowing she would not let me leave until I answered her. “I am anxious. It has been three years since I have been in Hayven. Three years of working to make sure as many people survive here as possible. I am not sure I am ready to return yet. Without hesitation she responded, she knew what I was going to say. “Well use the skills that have kept you grounded this whole time. Our people remain grounded by people. There are times when we are weak, it happens to everyone, but our strength is in our unity. You didn’t do this alone nor did you survive this long alone either.” She was right, throughout my life I have always found someone or some group to call a “Cell.” Whether it was the Krattikoffs, the Lascarian Tribe, or D.O.C. in the past. Today I now also have CAV and Highpoint to be that for me. There was just one last thing I would have to do and one that will be the most grounding.
“Carlos,” I simply said. The younger red seemed confused and about to ask what that meant. “That is my birth name from my original cell and it is about time I started truly opening up to others. So please call me Carlos.”