Torments Of The Damned

Chapter 4

Columbus' P.O.V

     Blood. Oh god why is there so much of it? Wichita and I drag the girl back to the car where Tallahassee and Little Rock stand having a chat about god knows what. You'd think I would have learned my lesson by now? Helping a complete stranger after Wichita and Little Rock? But no, I may have broke my "Don't be a hero" rule awhile back when- Nevermind. Tallahassee's gaze falls on us as we head our way towards him. Our feet hit the floor heavily making taps as we stumble, trying to drag the girl. Tallahassee immediately adopts a stern expression as he realizes the situation. He hurries our direction, Little Rock on his heels, and has no problem shouting our ears off.

"Who's this!?"

"I- I don't know!" I respond, frantically. Wichita heaves a heavy grunt and struggles to keep her grip on the girl's dead weight, she is clearly not happy.

"She's this girl we found on the highway. I was gonna shoot her but Columbus is hellbent on saving her." She explains dropping the girl's feet, giving me a look when she mentions my name. Tallahassee's eyebrows furrow and his demeanor changes,

"She looks pretty bad- here.." He trails off his sentence. Determination in his eyes, he marches off and opens the back door to the car and starts pulling out our bags. We warily follow and he motions us to set her back there. Wichita and I struggle to lift the girl into the car without harming her further. Wichita's leather covered shoulder touches mine as we set her in. I turn to her and we share a moment there where our eyes lock and suddenly I can hear my heart beat.

Wichita turns her head sharply away from mine and makes her way over to Little Rock.

Tallahassee agreed that we should help her and I am now in the back of the Cadillac, or our temporary clinic, trying to mend the girls wounds. She looks pretty badly torn up. Poor girl, I wonder what happened. More importantly though, I wonder if she's infected.

     About an hour passes and I've cleaned and patched up her wounds to the best of my abilities. I've been reading way too many medical books on the car rides to and fro and now I apparently think i'm a real doctor. Wichita took the girl's sniper and it's now sitting in the front of the Cadillac cleaning it.
Good news: The girl's alive, and not infected.
Bad news: We used the last of our medical supplies on her and should probably scavenge for more soon. I probably shouldn't tell Wichita that though.
Before we know it, Tallahassee and I have packed the Cadillac up again, leaving a space in the back for the girl to lie down. Wichita and Tallahassee sit in the front seats, Wichita driving, while I sit in the back with Little Rock. Seatbelt fastened, of course.
The car ride is quiet at first, we make and effort to stay in the general area as we near a wooded area. Wichita slows the car a bit, looking through the trees for anything of interest.
Tallahassee has been rather chatty the whole car ride while Wichita gives simple answers. Little Rock, however, has been quiet the majority of the ride. I see her glance in the back at the girl and look around uneasy. I lean in and lower my voice,
"What's wrong?" Little Rock looks at me and the back out the window.
"I'm just.. uneasy having a stranger in the back of our car that's all." A reasonable assessment.
"She's not waking up anytime soon, her injuries are pretty bad."
"I'm just hoping she doesn't have any buddies who will come looking for her and steal all our shit." Wichita goes quiet in the front seat,
"Hey! Language Little Rock." My eyes trail to the back of the Cadi and she's still out cold. I don't even know what to call her yet. Woman? Living creature that doesn't want to eat me? Wichita keeps driving, unable to find any buildings to stay in through the night. The sun starts to get low and I sigh in the backseat, sliding as far down in my seat as my seatbelt will allow me to. This is going to be a long drive.