Saving Blanca

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

 His cold eyes where looking at me, I can remember the flash of pure joy and horror as I looked into his eyes. Another human being looking right at me... well not exactly a human but close to one. I grabbed my gun in an attempt to defend myself if things got out of hand. It's handle was still warm even in the cold, I tended to grab it alot call me paranoid... I was young, scared, and unsure. I surely wasn't going to kill him, maybe tie him up and then see if he would tell me who he was. I probably would of broken off a few fingers if I had to. But the question was I strong enough to? I don't believe I would be to afraid. Even though I was thinking I was going to be brave, like Dan.  As soon as I saw him I accidentally pulled the trigger in just plain shock. What a twitchy finger I had!

 BANG! A bullet went flying. A scream came out the Mongrel. He feel backwards. He fell into the bathtub banning his head hard, out cold.

 "I totally meant to do that" I said aloud. I set my gun down. I'm not ready to hold that thing again. I looked over his body. He ended up  in a "v" shape. It looks really uncomfortable but he's out, I'm sure he doesn't feel it. I would have to look at his foot and see what damage I did. Trying to calm myself down I said out loud.                                                                                                                          

 "Alright Blanca we are just going to pull off his shoe you can do this, remember what Dan said" I looked down as I pulling it off. "Sorry Mister I really didn't mean to shoot off your foot", Untying the shoelaces.... One deep breaths after one another an effect of cold, thin oxygen.  "You are strong, you will be brave, and  no matter what remember you are a human". I pulled of his shoe it slipped out of my hand from the blood. The sight was gruesome I will say that but all I needed to do was cut off the toe.(the one I shot off) Then I could bandage it and he would be fine.... hopefully. After that I would need to tie him up then find out who this guy is.

 I took a deep breath, more ice in my lungs I spit out blood. I then took off his sock, the shot off toe didn't come off it stayed in sock. The sock was basically a big sag of warm blood. It was dripping everywhere. Could I sew on his toe back on. I look closer at the foot.

  "Oh god" I back up and close my eyes. I gag, maybe I could find help.. Help is not something you come by anymore... I'm alone with a mongrel bleeding out from his freaking toe. I get stuck by fear. I fall to my knees, drop the shock and cover my face, a memory flashes...

 Dan is holding my hand I was only 12 at the time. We are walking threw the forest. Beautiful yet not safe. But somehow he made that day feel safe. We had walked threw an urban forest into what he called New York City. We had to go into such a big city to look for supplies, we were down our last can. We had some how fallen about a giant food storage are locked up. Some how people.. or animals had gotten into it, it was still pretty full. We had a fest! Eating all the canned food you could think of! After our little party we pack up grabbed as much food as we could and left.  It was some how peaceful to see the broken city in the distance as we had walked away. Once all skyscrapers was bent and fallen to the ground. The only one standing was the empire state building I think that's what Dan called it... Its apparently famous. And a half of a green lady was sitting in the middle of the bay like an ancient skeleton. One of her arms was gone into the water.... Dan said that it welcomed new people to this United States. He talked as if he it was something so monumental or life changing.  If it was or it wasn't I was just happy to be away from that place.

 "Come on sweet thing", He would say it felt warm and comforting. His voice was low with an thick Irish accent. I would smile up at him. We started on into the darkness of the forest.

 The memories of him are fading away. I look back up the mongrel is still in his "v" shape in the tub. The blood is everywhere. I put my head on his chest. thump.... thump... 

"Alright he's alive.... thank god"

 I then quickly looked around for bandages for anything to help it. In the cupboards.. nothing...  Under the sink nothing... I frantically look around, the more place I look the more anxious I become. This place has been searched up and down. 

 After awhile the Mongrels foot has gave a nice puttle of blood. The warm blood is cooling down more and more is stinking to him, clotting up...  And the pool of blood is like red ice already... I finally gave up on looking, I take off my tank-top off. I'll be fine I still have a jacket and t-shirt. The cold bites my flesh as I take of my tank- top. The mongrel is surprising passed out, drooling on himself.....

"Alright Blanca, you can do this". I know what I have to do. Dan taught me... what was it?

 "That's the best way to operate on someone because they don't infer like my ex wife did with everything fun".  I laugh it makes me choke up more the air is thinning. Stupid cold weather... I spit another mouth-full of red hot blood...  Dan taught me once, I remember that day.. One of the people that we had picked up along the way had a bullet in her leg when we found her. She wasn't in good shape but some how she survived it. Best part of the whole deal she was knock out. But sadly when see woke up, she was in shock and tired to kill me when I was changing her bandages. It was a shocking affair for me, but Dan got between us and she ran off. And you didn't want to mess with Dan EVER. I don't know where she ran off to but she surely left us alone.

I wrap my tank-top around his foot and use the straps of it to hold it in place. Then after a long argument with myself I empty the sock out of all its blood and ring it out, then finally put it back on with the shoe. It was a long process and I about pucked twice but he'll be okay I just need to find a Doctor. I sadly could not sew the toe it back on because I had no needle or thread.

Its getting dark, I'm going to have to set up camp. I shut the door, surprisingly it still locks, I then move this little cart by the sink that looked to be used for extra storage, I prop it up against the door for safety. Now I have to build a fire but where.... In the sink... no that would be to small.... in the toilet.. no I don't even want to go near there.... hmmm then the tub.. yes that works! But I have to move the Mongrel.. Great.

I first grab his shoulders pull him towards me, but then drop him... He's alot heavier, and taller than I thought. I hope that didn't hurt him. This time I grab his arms and pull him on my back. As soon as I have him on my back my knees buckle and I fall the the ground with him smothering me.

"Get off of me you fatty." I say shoving him to the side against the sink. I'm finally back up, and ready to start my fire.

I grab the wood that I have in my back pack. I found an actual tree that wasn't super wet from all the snow, I chopped it down with my little axe I had and ever sense then I've had it! It was a small tree though which meant not alot of wood, and I could only carry so much with my back-pack.

I lay down a small amount of sticks, (trying to save some for the next night) I form them into a circle and use one of my bullets gun powder to use for a good starter. I sprinkle it around the wood. then I grab my lighter and start it. The fire is small enough its hard to see from outside but big enough to keep both of us still warm. 

Now onto the ting up the Mongrel, he's is bigger than me and if we had to fight he would definitely win so if I tie him up I get an advantage. In my attempt to tie him up on the toilet which did not work because he was to heavy for me to lift again... I decide to prop him against the wall and tie his hands and feet. Luckily on one of Dan and I's search's I found rope. I cut the rope in half with my knife. I wrap the rope around his feet and hands tight and tie it into a square knot, which Dan taught me.

Before I got to bed I shut the curtains which are surprisingly still in tact.The Mongrel will be fine next to the tub. He's still passed out... Then i look in one of the cabinets and climb in and shut the doors. With my gun pressed up against me I fall into a deep sleep.