Trustworthy help

101. Left.

'Evan? Still with me?' I ask as I run as fast as I can, nearly tripping over my own feet. He doesn't answer, making me more desperate. I hear yelling in a different language, so I hide us inside a house, needing to check Marksen as well. I set him down and hold him from leaning against anything. His back is soaked in blood and sweat. 'Evan.' I say as I tap his face. He doesn't react. He's pale and covered in sweat. 'Evan wake the fuck up.' I say as I slap his face. He wakes up and mumbles. 'You have to stay with me.' I say. 'I am, shush.' He says as he lift him up again.

He holds on to me as I carry him on my back. I have a hard time holding him in place now. The longer it takes the harder it is to hold him up. I groan in frustration as I speed up, my legs aching by now.

'Aims....' I'm panting 'yeh?' I answer. 'I don't think I'm okay.' He says. 'You're fucking fine, don't make me carry you all this way without getting something back for it.' I say. I see one of the humvee's. 'We're nearly there. Hang on for me.' I say. I run as fast as I can, feeling my lungs burn as I push myself over the edge. Before we reach it the humvee takes off, leaving behind nothing but dust. 'No!' I yell. I set Marksen down and look through his things. I take out the flare gun and load it. 'Better fucking see this.' I say as I aim at the vehicle.

Right when I want to shoot, bullets land close to me, making me turn around. Two man stand further down the road. I don't have time for it. I aim the flare gun and pull the trigger before taking down the men with my rifle.

My body feels heavy but I pick Marksen off the ground. I start to go for the direction the humvees went in, but after a couple of steps, I fall to my knees. I try my hardest to get up, but my body doesn't let me.

'Amelia.' I turn at my name. Marksen coughs and blood comes up. 'No, hey! Stay with me.' I say as I grab his arm. 'Stand for me.' I say. I get to my feet, helping him up as well. 'We need to keep going.' I say. 'I...' he collapses. I am able to grab hold of him before he lands on his injured back, making things worse. I lay him against me as I sit against the wall. I check his neck for a puls, and I can feel a weak one under my fingers.

Left behind with the one person I can always rely on.
He'll die if we don't get back.