Awww thanks so much Astral. The pictures are ready for the next chapter, but i'm going in-game to take more so I can stay on top.
Little warning, the next chapter does contains some gore, but it's not that good, as I did it myself.
Okay here it is, the gore is very crappy, so no worries.
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There was an abandoned warehouse, just far enough from the ruined city to be safe. We pulled up outside it as the rain let up, and climbed out of the truck. Inside it was dirty, and ruined. We looked around. We didn’t like it, and it probably didn’t like us, but like it or not, it was our new home.
I started to walk forward. There was a moan behind me, then a horrible sound of flesh hitting concrete, and Jake’s voice.
“Oh god, Honey?” I turned to see the nameless girl lying on the ground. She was clutching the cut across her stomach, and blood was seeping through her fingers.
“What’s wrong with her, momma?” Elsie gasped. I couldn't look at her.
“Elsie, go sit down.” I said, struggling to keep my voice even. “Sam, tear some cloth of your shirt and I’ll bandage the wound.”
I knelt beside her and put a hand to her cheek.
She was burning up. I pulled her hands off the wound. She gasped and whimpered. Jake handed me something. It was a small bottle of iodine.
“Where’d you get this?” I gasped.
“I gabbed a first aid kit on the way out. The bandages were gone but there’s three Band-Aids, and some medicine. I thought you’d better use this now,” He said quietly. I hoped Elsie wasn’t looking. I gripped the girl’s hand tightly and she focused on me.
“What’s your name?” I said loudly.
“Na-dia…” she gasped.
“Okay Nadia hold my arm,” I commanded. She gripped my arm, and I smeared the iodine across the cut. She gasped and whimpered. Sam handed me the bandage, and I wound it tightly around her waist. Her eyes started to close.
“Hang on Nadia!” I gasped, my voice louder than I intended. There was nothing I could do for her now. We just needed to hope.
“C’mon Sam, Jake, help me get her on a mattress.” I said softly. They held me lift her, though I could’ve done it alone, she weighed nothing, and we laid her on an old mattress.
She rested and I sat on the edge of the mattress trying to recollect myself. Elsie got of the bench and walked over to me.
“Momma, my leg hurts,” she whispered. I looked down at the leg she was gripping. Her left thigh was bloody, and I could see it was a bad cut. Wordlessly, Sam tore a strip off his shirt and handed it to me. I pulled out the bottle and smeared the cut with a couple drops of iodine. I wrapped the bandage around her leg and kissed her cheek.
“We’ll be okay,” I whispered.
“I know momma.” She whispered. Her little smile made my heart rise higher than I knew it could.
The night was cold, and dark. But the people around us kept our hearts warm.
