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SANCTUARY (#3.1)

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RATATATATATATAT!!!!

The storm of bullets was ceaseless. Rick was ducked behind the wall of the watchtower, barely out of reach of his rifle. The bullets sprayed everywhere. In the tower, in the streets and God knows where else.

Rick took out his handgun, an M11 and waited for the onslaught of bullets to end.

CLICK!

That one small sound signaled the end of the bullet storm and Rick jumped out from behind the wall, brandishing his gun at the rooves of the buildings opposite the Sanctuary. He locked a figure in his sights and fired several shots before ducking and rolling to his rifle.

Rick got to his rifle and aimed it at the shooter just as they started another volley of bullets. Rick lined up his sights and shot thrice, but not before a searing pain enveloped his upper arm. He was thrown back, his arm bleeding. Luckily though, it seemed that he had hit his attacker, for the shooter slumped against the railing of the roof and fell down over four stories, cracking his head on impact.

Rick slowly got up, placing pressure on his bleeding hand. The bullet had made a clean exit, hitting no major arteries, but he felt horribly light headed.

Rick shook away his light-headedness and stormed down to the ground, running out to where the rest of his group were. All of them had taken cover and, by sheer luck, none of them were injured.

Rick ran up to Zeb who looked extremely concerned about his injury, but before he could say anything Rick said, "Take Samantha and get back inside. Keep watch."

Zeb reluctantly agreed and, after grabbing Samantha, ran inside.

Rick hobbled over to the dead body of their assailant. Quentin and Denise ran up behind him, both of them shocked at the recent turn of events.

Denise looked at Rick's arm and said, "Jesus! You're losing blood! You need that wound patched up immediately!"

"I'm fine." Said Rick. He turned to Quentin and said, "Help me bring this thing in."

"The body?" Quentin asked, "Is there anything else here?" Asked Rick sarcastically. Quentin hesitated, saying. "You, my friend, are going to die from that blood loss." "Don't be melodramatic." Rick interjected, "Zeb's faced worse and lived. I see no reason why I can't."

"I'm not challenging your durability, but being a doctor, I can tell that you need medical attention, right now."

"That can wait till you help me bring the body in."

"And why do you even want to bring the body in?" Asked Denise.

"To find out exactly who the %$@# this person is. And since Zombies are already coming around the corners," Rick motioned towards the fresh wave of Zombies coming for them, attracted to the noise, "I suggest we get this done quick."

Quentin sighed, "Okay. But if you collapse, always remember that I told you so."

Rick took the dead man's legs and Quentin took the head. They hoisted the man up and began to drag him back to the Sanctuary.

SANCTUARY

PART#3.1: Something Wicked