Scouting

Hey everyone just a fiction story involving clone of me enjoy

"Dark Forest the name inspires fear and terror" " I HAVE TO GO" the five year old Zachary said jumping up and down "you should have went at the camp" protested the twelve year old Zachary obviously not amused by the five year old's whining "This armor is heavy I can barely mov'd" said a six year old Zachary struggling to keep up with the company. " All of you shut it we have to scout the forest" A eighteen year old Zachary said in a commanding voice as his loyal mule was well ahead of the rest "I REALLY HAVE TO GO" the five year old Zachary said this time even crying "fine but if you get picked off don't blame me" shouted the twelve year old " I HATE SCOUTING" the eighteen year old sighed.