[BLANE'S POV]
"get her help" I stagger as I drop Lana's limp body gently into the back of Pablo's RV.
"and what about you?" Pablo questions sternly, indicating me to sit down.
"I'll be fine, just..help her" I grunt impatiently, vexing over her weak, helpless condition.
"she's lost a lot of blood, Blane. We must act fast before she gets worse"
He peels off the soaked, wet shirt off her wounded thigh as she gasps in exceedingly sufferable pain. I run over to her, ignoring the fact I felt I
was going to collapse at any moment.
"looks like you need stitches, darlin'" I sarcastically laugh in an attempt to cheer her up, remembering back to how I called her that exact name after she held me at knife-point..she's tough for such a short girl.
After approximately 30 long minutes of stitching, the wound was closed shut - no more blood staining her pale, fair skin. She looked so peaceful just sleeping there.
"Looks like someone has a crush" Pablo teases, punching me playfully in the arm.
"Don't." I look at him, my expression says it all.
"It's Amanda, isn't it? Why is she stopping you? She's gone..Blane."
Blanking his statement, I stand up slowly and make my way inside the small hut we had settled in. I didn't want to talk to him. Not about Amanda.
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...
