Nothing But Survival: Dead Eyes

Loner

Left both wounded and alone Wallis O'Donald finally returned to the bandit camp. He sat and the ground resting his back against the tree thinking to himself in his head "Where do I go from here?" He had to go through the situation of what had happened over the last few days. Reg tried to kill him and Lucas but did kill the entire bandit crew, survived a severe car crash, joined with John Lewis his enemy and the John's group's leader killed his foreman Lucas Gibbs. Wallis thought back to the night that Reg left and where they were. He was going to his Mother's who could now be dead that night. She was still expected him if she was alive. He decided that that's where he should go and we would go as soon as he patched his wound that he didn't think was anything up. That would leave him three hours of sunlight to at least get past Port Moore. His Mother's was then just a day's walk. 

In Wallis' tent he had a mirror that had a crack that diagonally stretched from one end to another. After staring into it for a good five minutes he began to use any equipment he had to try and get the bullet out. All he had was a knife and his hand. Wallis, took off his shirt and picked up the knife. Before he began to dig around in his wound he put his shirt in his mouth just as something to bite because there was no doubt that this would hurt. He put the knife in his hand and slowing began to pick at the bullet hole. The pain wasn't that bad at this point, but once he got further in that would change. The flesh became tougher and tougher the more he moved into the hole. This slow constant picking wouldn't get the job done. He knew that he would have to almost stabbed himself to to try to get the bullet out but if he stabbed himself too hard the bullet would be pushed in further. Wallis pulled the knife out just a little bit and then pushed it back in firmly. "ARGH!" He yelled out but then was sure to be quiet as he didn't know if there were eaters around or not. He began to slowly pick in the wound again until he felt to bullet. It was only now he realized getting the bullet out would be the part that was going to be painful. He moved the knife over the top of the bullet and then pushed it towards that exit of the hole. Wallis yelled out again but his scream was much deeper this time. The bullet was almost out. Wallis flicked it out with his knife and watched it fall to the ground. He yelled in pain again and then collapsed onto the floor of his tent wheezing. 

Wallis didn't have much time left. He strapped up the bullet hole with some cloth he found on the ground and took what supplies and weapons he had and left for his mothers. He had more weapons than supplies. Just one can of beans and half a bottle of water. He turned away from the camp never intending to return. 

Now Wallis was well past Port Moore and grew tired. He had to get some rest but he couldn't rest just anywhere. He had to find a vantage point should John Lewis decided to come after him. Wallis looked ahead and saw a hill in front of him. The top of it would be the ideal place to spend what was left of the night. 

Wallis got to the top of the hill and could everything around him. If something came he would surely see it. At last he laid down and closed his eyes. Hours went by while Wallis slept. He dreamed he was Lucas standing there looking down at him but as Wallis opened his eyes, he saw that it was an eater. A soon as he realized that it wasn't his dead friend he tripped the eater and got his knife out but when he stood up he put pressure on his wound on his arm and couldn't kill the eater by the time it got up. The eater came at him but Wallis was able to shove it off which caused it to go down the hill. But when Wallis pushed the eater, he tripped and he fell brutally down the hill with it. The fall was rough and wild. So much so that it killed the eater. When Wallis hit the ground he found himself in a stream with a fierce run in its water. He was laying face down on a rock in the middle of the water. With his vision blurred he still managed to see what was around him. Apart from the eaters innards being spread out around the terrain like butter on bread, there was nothing but water and a hill side. Just after this point Wallis became unconscious. 

Morning had finally came and Wallis woke up. As anyone would be, every action he made hurt incredibly. He was sure more had been hurt then just a busted lip and broken nose. As much as it hurt he stood up and began to straggle his way to his Mothers. 

After six hours of painful walking Wallis finally made it to his mothers. It wasn't just a stroll. It was a torture path. He looked at his bones as glass. The tiniest disturbance, and Wallis felt excruciating pain. He could see his Mother's house, finally he felt at peace. He was that pleased to see the house he forgot that she could have been dead but he saw her in the yard. This also bought him comfort. It bought him even more when she saw him. She left what she was doing a looked towards as he stopped and stared out her. "Wallis?" She yelled out to him as he collapsed to the ground out of conscious.