3531 by John Black

was now intense, he Slipped into  unconsciousness.

Chapter 9
     
                  Donovan looked at his gashing wound after falling out of the tree. His mother came running over, making a quick examination. She checked him for any broken bones or possible internal injuries. “Do you feel any pain son?” she asked.
                  “Just my shoulder mom.” He wanted to cry but wished to put up a brave front for his mom.
                  Pulling out her medical prob, she scanned him and let out a sigh of relief, he had escaped serious injuries. She lifted him up and carried him inside, where she sealed his wound with her medical device. She cleaned up the mess on his arm. “Feel better son?” There was nothing she could do about his strained shoulder.
                  “Yes Ma'am,” he answered with a smile.
                  “How about we have some milk and cookies?”
                  “All right,” he grew enthusiastic, but still moaned from the pain in his shoulder.
                  “Easy on that son, that will have to heal naturally, but I'll get you something for the pain.”
                  He enjoyed tasted the refreshing milk on his lips...
                  “Donovan?” came the soft voice. Opening his eyes, Rachel was bent over him, with worried look. “Want some more water?” she asked lifting the container.
                  Looking about, he noticed he was now in the shelter of the rocks. Excruciating pain shot through his shoulder. Donovan looked up at Rachel. “We need to get out of here, two of those soldiers got away, and I believe they will return with help.”
                  She held him down. “I don't think you're in any shape to move at the moment.”
                  “What is a red unit?” he asked.
                  She only gave him a confused countenance.
                  “That one soldier I questioned, said they were after you, because you were referred to as a red unit.” He watched her look away as if wanting to escape explaining it.
                  “It just means I'm pure human.”
                  “Aren’t we all?” he asked.
                  She settled down next to him, ensuring she face north to watch for any approaching signs of trouble. “No, long before the first nuclear war humans began having implants placed in their body, the advancement of the technologies made it somewhat practical. However many felt this practice was a indoctrination to being a simple minion for the alliance.”
                  “So that arm I saw in that video might be mine?”
                  She saw the confusion in his face. Shrugging her shoulders, she had no idea. “I don't know Donovan, but its clear you have some implants, that may explain why your stronger, then a normal human, its also why at first I didn't really trust you. My parents were raised to be purist. Meaning no type of implants nor artificial improvements would be accepted.”
                  Donovan raised up. “There is something else, that soldier revealed to me, they were also after me, because of my DNA.”
                  “Why?” she asked.
                  “According to their records I was suppose to be dead some 800 years ago. The Alliance in sector seven is still functional.”
                  “I already knew they were, just wasn't sure how organized they were.” She watched him grit his teeth in pain. “What else did you learn?”
                  “That was it, he died before anything more could be said. They still have several allies running a round out there, they might be coming back with buddies.” He handed her one of the weapons and he slung the remaining two, over his neck. He watched her handle the weapon, as if