Blood Donor's POV~
I fell in the floor with a loud thud, the pain in my right shoulder was a great pain since I had dislocated it an hour ago and I was using it again. Hey.. I had to train right? Plus I had a goal to work for, what kind of man would I be if I woosed out of th plan and just live life as a sensative piece of crap? Hell no! I got up from the floor and rolling my once dislocated shoulder around to loosen it up. Sweat was dripping from my forehead and basically everywhere; man I was working hard. I had no shirt on by this point because it was shredded off, that was the first time I realized I had some huge ass scars on my chest, rib-cage, stomach, and colarbone. My muscles hurt, I used them alot in the past six days while training with Icarus and I got to admit he's got it good for an old man.
"You alright there? You wanna stop?" Icarus coed at me in a pouty voice.
I scoffed and cracked my neck, soon putting up my fists ready for him to strike again, I was on my toes and bounce back and forth slightly ready to dodge. I was anticipating him to strike at my abdomen or my face but instead he full on upper cutted me in the groin. I fell to the ground coughing while holding my crotch from the pain. It was like the wind had been knocked out of me; it hurt really bad.
"You have to stop anticipating where you 'think' the opponent will attack, use your head boy." Icarus said while taking a deep breath and shaking his head.
I just laid there for a minute.. or two.. okay maybe I was down there for 15 but who's really counting? I saw Icarus turn his back to me.. mistake! I got up really quick and swung a punch but he turned around and socked me in the abdomen making me stumble backwards. OW!
The old man wasted no time before he swung a punch, making impact with my jaw, then another came, and another. My vision was getting blurry and I was getting dizzy, He hit me again before I could even think, he gave my a kick that made me fly three feet away from the old man himself. I was a ragdoll now, I was weak and impure... man this is total shit! He's an old man!
I shook my head and spit out a good amount of blood to the floor; it was also bleeding from my nose and an open wound from when he punched me with brass knuckles. I whiped the blood away and stood back up, putting my fists up.
"Son, take a rest, we'll continue this tomorrow. You need the strength and by the looks of it you have none so go clean yourself off." Icarus threw me a hand towel and I caught it.
"Thanks." I replied back taking a deep breath.. I was finished for the day of getting my ass handed to.
Icarus only nodded his head then took a seat himself and he seemed to struggle with it, I saw out of the corner of my eye, him taking a pill and coughing a bit, It wasn't any of my business. I took the towel and and hand towel with me to the showers, which was practically a water pump, or if we were running low, would be a barrel of water. We had enough so I went with the water pump; the water was always cool or cold because fo the outside temperatures, where we trained, were fucking hot.
I turned the fosit on and stood under the casscading water as it rand down my hair and body; clearing off the dirt and soot. I washed my face and hair in five minutes, which was a long shower in these days. I wrapped the towel along my waste and let my hair air dry, I needed to shave and so I went over to the foggy circle mirror and took a machette with soap and shaved my jaw-line and just my face in general. I dryed my face with the hand towel and then threw it in the hamper for me to wash tomorrow for a chore. I walked back into the room where the old man was and I saw him already asleep.
He should have showered first, man I'm such a selfish bitch, I need to show this man I am very thankful for him. He's like a mentor in these times, with no memory and such, he's more than I need. I put on some boxers that we got from a nearby town that was abadoned and some clothes with it; food as well. I put my pants on and grabbed the hamper along with an empy bucket pale and carried them outside to clean the clothes. I walked along slowly to the creek and filled up the pale of water; set it down on the ground grabbing a T-shirt from the hamper and washed it in the pale.
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Armageddon
HorrorIt was as silent as ever, no crickets making a sound, not a single gust of air bothered the night. It was just me and one other, he was like me, a hunter. As a child my father was in the lab trying to create new ways to bring back life from deceased...
