Rookie's POV
I was digging up another grave. The last person that we had blew up recently. I don't know if this one will end up the same. I looked over at Dot and said, "why can't they be more careful with the bodies? I'm getting tired of stealing these things." Dot replied, "I would prefer it as well. Or for them to at least not force random people to do this. I mean how are you supposed to run the communications area when this happens."

I shrugged a bit and said, "yeah, you have been flunking on uniform designs recently as well." Dot giggled a bit at this and said, "yeah Guy might be doing the best out of the three of us." I nodded a bit. I could barely see Dot due to how dark it was. We picked up the body from what I read on the gravestone it was someone named Jon. I couldn't read the last name though I guess cause of how dark it is. We went back to the base. Jon was the last body that we had to get for now.

The next day, Eduardo's POV

I was going to visit Jon's grave. I liked to visit it whenever I could. I always has and now days I try to visit it more. I mean with all of the grave robbings  happening I prefer to be able to know that Jon is okay. I got to his grave. It was on top of a hill with a lot of flowers from me and Mark (I think that's his name).

I noticed that his grave was dug up and looked inside of it.  I saw that Jon's body was completely gone. I started to cry a bit guessing that the green army took his body. At least that's what I hope as if its the green army then I know what is happening to his body a bit.

Once I calmed down I left to go tell Mark that Jon's body was taken. I felt like shit for what happened and I hope that Jon or at least his body will be okay. I slowly went back to where me and Mark are staying at the moment. We are currently staying in an apparent building with each other. We didn't want either of us to die alone. I mean Jon wouldn't have wanted us to and probably would of slapped us if we even thought about it. The apartment itself wasn't to big. But, we're only staying there until we have enough money to buy another house. I saw a familiar red car pass by. I don't know why I recognize it at all.

I got to the apartment building soon after and headed back to the apartment that me and Mark are staying in. I got to the medium sized apartment room. I saw Mark on the couch seeming upset. He asked me, "your back early, what happened?" I sighed a bit and replied to him, "Jon's grave was hit." He looked over at me with tearful eyes. I hated seeing him cry. But, it was pretty justified. Me and him enjoyed going to Jon's grave as it feels like talking to him again with the reassurance that at least some of him was hearing us.

I went over to him and hugged him as I started to cry as well. I looked over at a picture. It was one of the few that survived the explosion all of us were there. Smiling as Jon was being his usual self. It was nice to see that. To remember what he was like.

The day we took that picture Jon had insisted on taking it. Me and Mark were annoyed by that. Until the day of the explosion where he died and barely anything in are house was left afterwards. Now, we are glad he forced is to as its the only picture we have left of all three of us. Me and Mark comforted each other hoping that this was just some bad dream.

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