Abby stares around the room to find light brown walls with military paintings, some of ships and others of generals. Near the door was a rotary phone with a list of numbers. "This is quaint," Abby says, looking at the woman.
"What am I expected to do?" The woman screams from behind the cover, smacking her fist into the mattress.
"You can try to introduce yourself." Putting her hand on her chest she bowed towards the anxious woman. "My name is Abby Berkshire. You can also call me Sergeant Abby Berkshire if you want to be official."
"Berkshire... do you mean the Berkshires?" The lady hurriedly removes the cover while staring at Abby with startled eyes. "The granddaughter of the world-famous commander who blew up the submarine that almost destroyed the capital years ago."
Abby blushes as she continues, "When you phrase it like that, it makes it seem like my family are heroes."
"You're famous! Oh my goodness." The woman goes back underneath the blanket.
"I'm just me," Abby says, smiling at the woman. "Could you please tell me your name?"
The lady peeks out. "You should already know my name if you have documents there. I didn't look at mine because I was afraid. I know a bully from my community college days who despises me." A husky grunt filled the room. "I had a hunch they'd be in this unit."
"Come on, I'm not a tyrant." Abby lowers her head and winks at the cautious woman.
"If you insist. I'm still not falling for the kind act. You're famous, and most famous people tend to be jerks. They look down on us commoners, as though we don't matter. It's us, the average people, who are dying on the front lines. Luna Neill is my name. Don't assume I'm letting down my guard just because I gave you my name. It's simply strange living with someone in the room next to me and them not knowing my name." Luna returns to her hiding place under the blanket, her lips pursed tightly.
What a peculiar woman. Abby sits down with her baggage and stares out the window of the two-story building as the sun shines brilliantly in the sky. I'm going to lie down for a while. It's pleasant and cool in here. Abby glances at the alarm clock next to her bed. I'll set it for three hours and wake up at five o'clock for supper.
Abby unpacks her clothing and takes out her grandfather's revolver from the wooden trunk. I really like how the handle feels. Abby's hands glided over the Ravenswood handle, beginning with the letters TB for Timothy Berkshire. I will restore our family name. Abby takes off her shoes and clothes, and changes into black leggings and a red top with black lettering spelling out Hugs Are Free. She closes the gun case and places it in the drawer. Abby shortly falls asleep, snoring loudly.
Luna looks underneath her blanket, her eyes widening as she tip toes over to Abby. I could put a bag over her head. No, that would result in death… I could tickle her to wake her up. That won't work either. She is tired from her journey. I guess I could use the sleep mugs my mother gave me. Luna returns to her bed and puts on her sleep mugs. That's a step forward. Luna walks to the curtains and closes them before lying down in bed. According to my calculations, I have a one hundred percent probability of getting murdered in my sleep. My mom always warned me not to put my confidence in anybody. This battle will be the end of all of us. Luna shuts her eyes and lays down, holding a little knife under her covers.
Beep! Beep! Abby shoots up glaring at the alarm clock next to her. "I'm starving, and I can't wait to eat." Abby taps the alarm clock. "Please join me for supper Luna, I'd love to have you."
"Umm, I think not." Luna wiggles underneath the blanket a little. "Bring me back something. Don't poison it, okay?"
"Poison!" Abby giggles slightly. "Whatever do you mean? I would never do such a thing. Especially to a kind friend I just met." Abby smiles, looking at the blanket housing the frail woman.
Luna groans from her fortress. "Okay, make sure to get me some chicken. Preferably garlic chicken if they have it."
"I will do my best." Abby leaves the dorms, taking her horse and trotting towards the main intersection in front of the dorms. Looking down at her map she finds the dining hall. So, the dining hall is on Baxter Drive. Abby steers her horse to go right as she passes by a group of men jogging and several women smoking outside of what looks like a club. How could anyone be outside at this time of day? Even though it was nearing evening, the sun blared down hotter than ever. The minutes passed as Abby sees a large wooden building with glass windows. Putting her horse into the stable near the building, she heads in.