"Blane?" I smile partly because it's almost day and partly because he's woken up. "how are you?"
He immediately grasps his bruised side, taking a sharp breath in.
"I'm good, just a bruise."
"are you sure? It looks pretty nasty"
"I'll live, how's your leg?" he asks briefly, pointing at the knife stuck 2 inches into my thigh.
So that's where my knife went.
"honestly, I didn't feel it at all. The adrenaline must have blocked the pain out"
I exclaim, pulling the knife out with force.
Oh god, it hurt. I could feel it now. If was raw and it stung. He glares at me, with pity in his eyes, then at the rotter's corpse which lay beside him and then back at me.
"you could've died. You know how deadly their bites are..they kill instantly."
I nod my head proudly.
"yeah, I know but I couldnt have left you behind."
I could feel him looking at me as I inspected my wound.
"come here" he cooed, leaning on one arm towards me. He teared a fraction of his shirt and applied pressure to my leg with it.
"that should stop it bleeding for a bit" He assured, his hand on my shoulder.
"let's get out of here" I advise - glancing around for anymore threats.
He manages to stand up after several deep breathes and hesitation. I couldn't imagine the pain he was in..his bruise was all sorts of muddy colours ranging from crimson to purple.
Blane picked me up and supported me, placing my arm around his shoulders.
"good idea".
YOU ARE READING
Apocalypse
ActionShe has to survive. She isn't like any other girl - doesn't care how she looks, doesn't paint her nails..instead, the only thing she paints is death with the blood of the zombies which have been multiplying in her city. It's the beginning of the end...
