Someone was trekking through the woods with their dog, the cold winter breeze was hard to ignore....
but both stopped in their path. the dog sniffed around, close to a mound of snow and dirt. the st. bernard dug into the mound. "Phil, what are you doing?" Sammy shouted, seeing their St. bernard digging up a mound, and eventually pulling a human out of the now re-dug soil.
Sammy stepped closer to the human, he appeared to be bound and covered in blood, with medium black colored hair draping down his shoulders. Sammy rested a hand on the unconscious man, the man jerking away and letting out a small groan, clearly in pain. Sammy cut the bonds that tied the man, before picking him up.
"Cmon' Phil, we're heading home for now..."they sighed.
They got back to the cottage, an unconscious man and a St. bernard in tow. Sammy set the unconscious man down onto a couch, grabbing supplies to help with those injuries. Eventually they found the equipment and started tending to the wounds, pulling bullets out of some wounds, and stitching up a few bad stab wounds. they then bandaged both of those, before carrying the man to a soft bed, laying the man down on the bed, and then setting a blanket down on the man, and grabbing an ice pack before wrapping it in a towel, setting that down on the man's forehead.
just rest up for now, okay?" Sammy asked, closing the bedroom door and walking out to the living room area...
YOU ARE READING
the man who was left to die
Science FictionA Sleuth/Whistleblower of a lab behind terrible experiments on innocents confronts one of the head scientists and nearly pays with the cost of his life, but he's saved by a stranger.
