The Wanderers [Old Version]

Chapter 5: Medic

Draco's POV

The guy above Rain swung and slammed the bat into the side of his side. Rain's body fell over, limp. Blood running from his temple, his jaw looked dislocated.

I lunged at the guy above him. I grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into the wall, over and over, until I heard his spine crack. Blood dripped from his mouth as he died. Bastard.

I ran up the stairs, Nico was pulling his blade from the attackers right eye. Nico had a long cut along the left side of his face. It would leave a scar. He turned and looked at me, visibly shaken, "Where's Rain?"
"Downstairs."
"Is he alright?"
"Maybe. He got hit pretty hard."

Nico ran past me, down the stairs and stopped at Rain's body. "Draco, help me move him. There's a bed upstairs, lets carry him there."

I helped lift Rain, he wasn't as heavy as I expected. We carried him up the stairs and laid him on the bed. The girls followed us up, Clara crouched next to the bed, holding Rain's hand.

She looked up at me, with worry in her eyes, "He has a pulse. He's alive. But it's very low. I can barely feel it. His jaw looks dislocated too, we'll have to push it back into place."

Petra crouched next to him and put her hands on his face, "I can do it. I dislocated my shoulder when I escaped from my boarding school. I had to pop it back into place. I can do the same to his jaw."

She grabbed his jaw and push it around, I heard a loud pop and saw it move. His mouth stopped hanging open and looked straight again.

I turned around and Nico was sitting at an old desk, looking at his face in the mirror. He was rubbing his new cut, he cringed when he touched it.

I walked up behind him, "Aw, baby brother not cute anymore?"
"Still cuter than you."

He wiped the blood and sweat from his face, cringed again when he touched the cut. "I'm gunna need some medicine. Antibiotics or something. This could get infected."

Clara stood and started pacing around the room. "I could go find some medicine. I'm sure one of these houses has some type of medicine somewhere. I'm better at sneaking than anyone else. No one will see me."
"What if more of these guys are out there? They were talking about some girl named Alize. What if she's out there too? You're not as skilled in fighting as anyone else."
"I won't need to fight. I'm sneaky, and fast. If I get caught, I run."
"You're sure?"
"Yes."
"Alright, be safe."

Clara's POV

I walked outside, it was getting pretty windy, but not cold. It was mid day, and the sun was blinding.

I walked down the street and looked for the biggest house. I figured the biggest house would have the best chance of having medicine.

I came across a larger home, a few houses down the street, with an old car crashed through the garage on the side. The car was still steaming, so it couldn't have been crashed in the Old World.

I walked into the house and saw a dead body of a man. But he wasn't decayed. He was wearing the same type of clothes as our attackers. Knee high boots, footballs pads, dirty white jeans, and an animal skull on his head.

He had a syringe in his arm, and I could clearly see all the veins in his pale skin. His eyes were clenched and his mouth hung open, most of his teeth were rotting or gone.

A bloody bat wrapped with barbed wire was next to him, and a blood stain was on the wall behind him.

I took the bat. I needed something to fight with if I had to.

I looked around the house. Another body, of a woman in similar armor, only she wore a leather tunic with spiked shoulders and had a bandana on.

Her skin was badly burned and her hair was mostly gone. The car crashed through the wall was near her, she must have tried to drive it and died in the crash.

I hear a thud come from upstairs. More attackers? Maybe if it was one person, I could handle them. But if there was two, I would die. Especially if they had a gun.

I creeped up the stairs, clenching my eyes tight as if it would make me more silent.

The door was open, but I didn't dare poke my head around. After another thud, that sounded closer, I had to. I sprinted around the corner with my bat ready, and was relieved to see that it was only a cat chasing around a rat that wasn't smart enough to run under a bed.

I searched the room up here, while the cat still chased around its meal. Under the bed, was an old sawed-off shotgun, with two shells. Wasn't much, but I felt like I should give it to Draco.

There was a cabinet in the master bathroom with a few bandages and some pain reliever. Hopefully it would help. But still no antibiotics.

I left the house and walked down the street, searching every other house along the way. I found a few water bottles and a couple cans of food, but no medicine.

I reached the end of the street and had to make a choice, go right, go left, or go back? I wanted to find antibiotics for Rain and Nico, so going back was out of the question.

Now I had two options. Right or left? I chose right, and immediately regretted it.

I rounded the corner and a large group of men and women similar to our attackers stood in the middle of the street. Two with metal armor sat on top of a flipped car, holding plasma rifles. The rest stood or sat in the street, holding shotguns, rifles or blade weapons.

I saw something important. They had a duffle bag full of medicine and pill bottles. I needed to find a way to distract them long enough to steal it.

I stepped back around the corner and crouched down next to a house. I opened my backpack and searched for a distraction.

The shotgun would be too loud, it would startle my friends and the attackers would know where it came from.

I searched frantically for something to use. Finally, I found a rock. Wouldn't do much, but it would help.

I carried it with me as I ran through the neighborhoods backyards. After I was a way down the street, I threw the rock at a window on a house, it smashed through and hit a pile of boards, making even more sound. Perfect.

I ran back to my backpack as quickly, but silently as I could. When I got there, all the attackers were gone. All except one, actually. They were walking down the street searching the houses.

One in metal armor stayed behind, standing next to the duffle bag of medicine.

I had to get it. And I had to get it now. I crouched down and moved towards the bag. The attacker must have been insane, or on drugs, or both. He kept cussing and yelling at random objects. He coughed and I could see bloody mucus splat on the ground.

When I was about five feet away from the bag I thought I was caught. He suddenly stopped and looked at the bag, "Don't you think about leaving me! Don't you think about getting up! I know you things always just walk away when I'm not looking but not this time! You stay right there, bag! I'm gunna go take a piss."

He walked forward a few inches, and fell. He was unconscious, or dead. Either way, the bag was mine. I grabbed it, zipped it up, and sprinted to my backpack, then sprinted back to my friends.

I did it. I was finally earning my worth.