I woke up to see two figures dashing away. Oddly, one was petite and on all fours, and one was tall and lean, yet very agile. "Shit!" I screamed. Scavengers; thank God that I woke up before they stole anything? What was that thing running beside the scavenger?
I stood up, aimed and shot. with my Glock .45. But drowsiness made me clumsy, and I was off by a few inches. They were starting to descend the stairs. Dashing after them, I was able to start to catch up with them. I saw that beside the girl was a wolf.
What the fuck....? Why the hell would she have a wolf with her? Was she some kind of insane breeder? They were moving at an angle that me shooting them would just make a gaping hole in the stairs. But my carving knife....
I threw my carving knife at the girl's heel, at it stood fast. She screamed, tripped, and fell. Her wolf spun on me and leaped at a tremendous speed. He tackled me to the ground, as if it was Deja Vu. I had enough of wolves. Im going to fucking shoot its brains out-
"Ama, stand down!" the figure, who I now knew was a girl. The wolf reluctantly strolled backwards, and she put the same knife to my face. There was blood, but she didn't seem to feel even a bit of pain. She must have a really high pain tolerance.
She traced the knife around the outline of my lips, then placed it at my neck. "Who the hell are you," she asked.
"I don't think your in a position to ask," I said as I pressed my glock to her flat stomach. "Bullets can move faster than a fucking knife."
I saw her debate the matter, but then she decided to get up. She then collapsed on my chest.
"The Hell are you doing?" I asked.
"My foot," she screamed. I guess the adrenaline had worn off. And how her blood was soaking my jeans. I realized that I must have hit an artery, and that she was bleeding heavily.
I pushed her off me and walked past her wolf, which was glaring at me like I was some sort of villain.
"Help me, you idiot!" she screamed. I turned around and was about to make a sarcastic comment when I felt something I hadn't felt in years. Guilt. One of the top five worst emotions in an apocalypse, one that got you killed. But I guess my lack of a high school education had me reach out for her hand.
She grabbed it and I easily hauled her up. Damn, she must weigh less than 150 pounds, and for her height, that wasn't necessarily good.
I grabbed part of my shirt and ribbed a large ribbon off. Then I noticed her backpack, which looked like a Marine could barely carry. Its a miracle she could.
"Don't you have anything in your backpack?" I asked. She shook her head.
"Its mainly food, weapons, and.....girl stuff." I nodded understandably. We could only carry what we needed.
I started to wrap her foot, which by now might be infected with all the crap in the air. Damn, if we only had some peroxide. She would be dead within the month if her foot was amputated, maybe sooner. And if the disease spread....
I shook my head. No, that wouldn't happen. We don't need any more people dead. There were already enough in the streets.
I noticed she was looking at me carefully, as if she was examining if she could kill me now. I tried to divert her thoughts.
"I don't think we made a proper introduction. With me trying to kill you and all. I'm Liam Desmond."
"I'm Kida. Last name doesn't matter in a world as shitty as this." As I looked into her crescent eyes, I noticed how beautiful they were, like a brilliant jade.
I finished wrapping her foot, then tied the cloth. It was already soaked wet, but I wasn't going to tear my shirt just so her goddamn foot will stop bleeding.
"Best get into a bed. You lost a decent amount of blood." I said, looking down at the huge puddle on the floor. Shit, that was a lot.
"I can't walk, remember?" she questioned. I felt like an idiot, and I looked at the seven steps above us, and I sighed. I picked her up, she was as light as a feather, and carried her to a room. Even with her lightness, I was puffing by the time I reached a bed, and I realized this was because of her fucking sword on her back. It must have added an extra fifteen pounds.
I walked out f her room, laid down in the bed I was using for the second time, and thought over the day's events. She was beautiful. So beautiful. You don't see that beauty in a world like this. In fact, I have never seen a female traveller.
As I was thinking about her, I fell asleep.
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The morning light was harsh to my eyes, and I didn't want to wake up. Then I remembered Kida, and I walked to her room, and quietly opened the door. She was fast asleep. The bed was soaked somewhat with blood.
Her bandages will have to be changed when she gets up, I thought.
I closed the door and saw her backpack downstairs, where it was resting. I carried it up to her door, placed it there, and fell asleep beside it. I wondered where she lived, what her life was like, if she had gone through the same crap I had. Then again, most people have one way or another.
