Unwelcomed

Chapter 2

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   I silently sat, leaning out from behind a tree near the road. There was a figure, looking like a young man, walking over to a corpse on the highway. He looked stressed, his disheveled hair falling onto his forehead and sticking due to the heat.

He looked down at a frail body, seemingly small and probably female, and rubbed under his eyes. Slowly he knelt down, touched what I'm thinking was the face of the body, and slowly moved his hand back to his side.

Then, at the sound of a drone flying through the sky, the man sprinted towards the line of trees which I stood behind. Being my first reaction, I climbed up three branches so I was farther out of sight.

  The drone must have spotted something, one of us, moving. More than likely him, but those things are too sneaky to place blame on someone.

Blink, blink, blink, clong.

  The main mistake made by anyone who has been shot is that they didn't believe it could do as much damage as they truly could. Most thought it would sting for a little, draw a little blood, then eventually the pain would fade. That guess was far from the truth of the matter.

   The bullet has five spikes around the cylinder "base." Each spike is a metallic silver, and the very point is a dark cherry red color. To some it's just a small design, but the spikes act as needles, and they inject you with poison.

   Some people seem to be immune to the poison, and just deal with the burning sensation and pain that the shot causes, as well as stopping the blood from continuing to pour out of their wound.

   This man, however, didn't seem to be the luckiest ever to be shot. The bullet hit him on the right side of his torso, and a blood curdling cry for help echoed through out the empty woods in which we both were.

   The drone made a "clonk" sound, signaling it reloading, and then flew away, satisfied that is shot it's victim.

   There was something about this man that was different, something that encouraged me to help him. TRUST NO ONE! I ignored the voice in my head and slowly climbed down the tree, then made my way over to the man who was now sitting against the base of the tree.

   His eyebrows were tightly furrowed together as he grimaced in pain. His eyes, which were an intense forest green locked with mine, and the color of his lightened, as if he had realized he had a flash of hope.

   "I need you to stay quiet and stand up." I whispered, kneeling next to him and offering my hand, as if to help him up.

   His right hand put pressure on his wound, while he took my hand with his left. I slowly pulled him up, careful not to hurt him more, then moved to his  right side so he could use me as a support.

   We started walking as quickly as we could manage, and finally stopped when we were far enough from the road. Luckily, an old tractor covered in rust and mildew was there off to the right, so I placed the young man on the step-up.

   I took my backpack off and opened it, searching for the very handy, advanced first aid kit. I found it when I walked into an abandoned high school, and I'm glad I did.

   "What's your name?" The man asked, but I wasn't in the mood for much chatter, so I ignored him.

   "Ah-hah!" I exclaimed, just a tad louder than I should've, as I found the kit.

   My left hand flew up to cover my mouth, and with my right I held tightly into the first aid kit, letting the backpack drop to the ground.

   "Take off  your shirt." I commanded, trying to seem as mature and demanding as I could.

   The young man listened and quickly pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the deep wound the bullet caused. Dark
red liquid covered his torso, so I grabbed some 'wet ones' and handed them to him.

   "Just wipe off the blood, please." I said while still looking through the kit to find tweezers.

   "It's Elliot, by the way." He said while cleaning up the blood covering his body.

  I smiled slightly, then did something I instantly regretted. Before there was even the chance to stop myself, it happened. I broke my number one rule; I let him in and told him who I was.

"Kendall."

   "Well, Kendall, thank you for saving my life." Elliot said, a small and weak laugh escaping his lips.

   "I haven't saved you yet." I replied with, then paused. "Sorry, that sounded better in my head, but I'm gonna need your cooperation if you want me to." He nodded his head and laughed.

   "I get what you mean, and okay, I'll do my best." Was the simple response he gave, fumbling with the small latch on the wrist watch he wore securely on his left arm.

   I finally found the tweezers, as well as the other materials I would need to properly remove the five prongs from him torso; before the poison started to spread.

My gaze shifted up towards Elliot's eyes, and I tried giving a smile, though it probably failed. Then, before I could process my words and stop myself, I spoke what I felt should be stated.

"I'm not gonna lie Elliot, this is gonna hurt like hell."

[A/N.... Hello my lovely apocalypse survivors and alien slayers! I hope you enjoyed chapter 2 of Unwelcomed, and a huge thank you for supporting this story with the very generous reads, voted, and comments that I must not take for granted. Please give me your thoughts on this chapter and the others, positive or negative. I love you all!

~Katie