At Gun Point

~09~

I came out of the Navara,carefully making sure the data was being transfered and the car was locked. I walked towards the ambulance,where eight nurses were coming out of the van,with their hands covered in white gloves. Five men and three women.

Some of the local women and men who had gathered to witness the catastrophic event,also came closer to watch what was about to happen. I greeted the nurses,and told them I was the one who had called them earlier. The head nurse told me she knew me already,though I was looking a little different due to the injuries I have sustained. I told them we needed to rush to the basement where the injured were languishing or even dying of being choked by the toxic smoke. Other nurses and village men were emptying the first aid equipment from the back of the van. They took eleven stretcher beds from the equipment and were ready to go.

The head nurse,then gestured me to lead the way to the basement. I then selected four men to come with us to help the nurses carry the injured out to the open.
We all briskly walked,passing the burnt debris of shelves and groceries, proceeding to the room where Bison's fried body parts were scattered everywhere. I looked at the spot where he was lying before the bomb went off,there was a huge hole,dug by the bomb. He had died a terrible death. Debris from the roof and the floor were strewn all over. It was a mess.

A female voice was calling my name in the basement. The voice was so low that one needed to be so close to hear it. We then hurriedly passed the room and entered into the basement. Mild darkness was still there. Maybe it was just because I had come from where there was light,so it looked so dim. After a few minutes my eyes started to adjust.

All this time,the head nurse was incessantly asking me what had actually happened here. I just told her I was going to relate the details once we were back outside. Everyone of them was horrified by the way everything was disarrayed. Guns,blood,white powder scattered across the room. The questioning looks on their faces told they wanted to know more.
Mobile phone torches were lit and the room became luminously brightened by them.

Upon seeing me,Melinda rose with haste from where she was sited and hugged me so tightly,sobbing in the process. She was complaining why I have left her alone looking after the injured. She told me she was thinking I had ran away leaving them behind. She was going to hate me and loathe over me if I have done such a terrible thing to her and others. She was very scared,she said. I could tell by the uncontrollable shaking of her body.
I simply told her I have gone out to look for help. She then asked why did I leave her behind. Women!Sometimes they are hard to understand. Or can anyone understand them. They are a mystery. I then answered her by tightening the grip of our hug.
Some were looking at us all this time when Melinda was piling her accusations on me. While some were busy testing the pulses of every body lying on the floor helping those who were not dead to lie on the stretcher beds,ferrying them outside. The female nurses were testing while the others were carrying the people out of the room.

They left us alone, busying themselves with the task at hand. Melinda was still clinging on me like a tick. I was dump founded at that moment. I didn't know what to do. If I push her away she might feel rejected,I thought. She might not trust me afterwards. A thought then came to me,I wanted to pretend as if she was twitching my wounds,so we could break up from the hug. Since I was starting to feel an emerging hard on in my pants. I didn't wanted to embarrass myself in front her and all the people in the room. If my hard on presses against her thighs,what would she think of me?A pervert? I wasn't one. Her body was the one be witching me right now. Causing me to be aroused. I was startled when her hand brushed against my crotch, she felt my hardening member. She blushed joyfully when I broke away from her. She was looking me in my eyes causing me to feel like a child caught stealing peanut butter. She was driving me into something I wasn't prepared for. She was irresistible.

Some of the nurses were starting to murmur,with smiles on their faces, periodically casting their gaze on us. I saw what they were thinking. Shyness was starting to set in me. Melinda was still smiling,looking like she had deliberately led me into arousal. We locked eyes, for I wanted my answer from hers. I saw desire running wild in her eyes. She wanted me. She wanted me to get into her pants. I barely knew her and she too didn't really know me. She was rallying for the forbidden fruit. I wasn't going to go easy on her. It would end up brewing trouble.

The head nurse came to my rescue. She came closer and told me all the wounded were out,those who were left were the dead. They were supposed to be inspected by the cops first before taken to the morgue or for post mortem. I asked her if they have took Rambo from the top of the stares behind some bags of cement. Where I had left him lying earlier. She said she wasn't sure so we were supposed to check before exiting. Upon checking,Rambo was still there,lying in a position that showed like he was long gone. The nurse in charge then leaned forward to test his pulse. After some time she raised her body up and announced he was still alive but his breath was losing grip bit by bit. I then ordered Melinda to go out and tell the other nurses to come with another stretcher to carry him out.

After some minutes we were all out. Nurses were now busy doing their jobs on the lying bodies.
Bastion was now seated on his stretcher gazing with accusatory eyes on me and Melinda. I had ordered four men to guard him until the police had reached the scene. He was the cause of all the mess around us. It will all mean nothing if he escapes.

The head nurse took us aside for a moment,to hear the brief story of what had happened. Villagers were also surrounding us listening to our horrific experience. When some women realised their husbands were not amongst the injured,they started to howl in high pitched voices. Knowing that their loved ones were dead. It was a very sad moment.

FROM THE AUTHOR:Thank you for reading!If you have enjoyed the story,please remember to vote and feel free to comment below. Note:All comments,good/bad,are also very welcome. I'd really like to know what you think.It would mean a lot to me as a budding writer, and may help my career.

Please remember to share the story to others!