Chapter Thirty Five

ANNA

I was informed on what was happening when I got to the afternoon training session after my kitchen duty.   Apparently I'm a yellow shirt for this paintball war game.

After being told how we were all going to play this, we take our positions.  Infiltrating the woods at our staring point.  There's no real base to defend.  So the plan is just to push the other side out, taking as many out as we go.  

We all spread out in smaller teams of two to four.  Skulking through the trees quietly.

Michael is the leader of our little foursome.  He takes point.  Davis and myself are in the middle and Franco is covering our rear.  

We were all moving with stealth through the brush when Michael throws up his hand, stopping us in our tracks and signalling to crouch.  

I hear twigs snap.  I pop up from behind the bush were hiding behind to try to sneak a look.

Three green shi