Destroyer

Chapter 10

With urgency Nayeli floored the gas pedal of a semi-truck that she had commandeered, barrelling through any Peggie barricades she came across with one Deputy Joey Hudson in tow. The valley had been liberated, but Nayeli had little to cheer about. She had dry blood covering almost every surface of her body, the scars John had given her already beginning to slowly scab over. Add on top of that the bruises beginning to form from John's groping, and the soreness between her thighs after John had taken her as his own... sometimes both her and Hudson at once.

She kept turning to look at Hudson, whose face was pale, bruised and bloodied. Her body was crumpled and hunched over in the passenger seat, slipping in and out of the seams between life and death. John had been kind to Nayeli in terms of torture. He was not so kind to Hudson. It was likely he was taking out all his bent up frustrations on her because of Nayeli's actions. Because of her rebellion. As much as the deputy was hurting, and as angry and upset as she was, she had to keep calm. Time was of the essence.

Nayeli knew Hudson's best chance was at the prison where they at least had a vet turned amateur physician on-site but her chances of surviving the drive there were thin. Dutch was her only other alternative figuring he's seen his fair share of wounded soldiers during his time in the military. The truck bounced up and down as she shifted off the main road and onto the dirt one that led to Dutch's island. As the trees became closer in density, preventing her from taking the truck any further,  she hopped out of the vehicle. She rounded the side retrieve Hudson f who nearly fell on her as she opened the door.

"Hey, hey, stay with me Joey. You're going to be okay." she gasped as she threw Joey over her shoulders.

Nayeli was by no means, a strong person physically but she powered through, despite her knees ready to buckle. She made it about three-fourths of the way to Dutch's bunker when her knees gave out sending both her and Hudson tumbling to the ground. Nay screamed in frustration, too weak to move. She knew the bunker was just over the hill but she could not find the strength to move.

"Dutch. Dutch!" she half sobbed and shrieked.

By some miracle, she heard the subtle sound of movement not too far. Like an old grumpy guardian angel, Dutch came emerging atop of the hill. It had to be one of the most beautiful moments she had seen today if not the only.

"Kid!" he shouted as he carefully slid down the hill, "What the hell happened-"

"Dutch, please, she needs to get inside," she said as she began to clamor at Hudson again attempting to keep her conscious, "You need to help her."

Together, they pulled Hudson to her feet, dragging her to the safety of the bunker. As Dutch proceeded to tend to Hudson in the infirmary, Nayeli stumbled to the washroom, dowsing her face with water from the sink. She stood there with her face down, her breathing ragged and weak. She peered up to the mirror expecting to see a distorted image of herself. If only she were so lucky.

She gasped, not only seeing her own reflection but that of John's. He had that shit-eating grin permanently sowed into his face. It was the same smile he had as he groped and violated her inside the bunker while she was blissed out. Nayeli clutched the edges of the sink, shaking vehemently before she proceeded to scream. She shot her fist out, colliding with the glass mirror causing shards of glass to scatter like the most show of fireworks. She recoiled, immediately feeling the sting of the glass piercing her skin causing a steady stream of blood down the bowl and into the drain. The loss of blood was of little concern though, turning frantically to ensure it was just herself here in the bathroom. She was met with silence and emptiness. Relief but also an ignition of anger.

Fucking bliss...

Dutch swung open the door to the washroom startling her. Dutch jumped in response, taking a step back as she growled with frustration.