Markiplier x Reader | The Promised Land

Chapter 16: Plague of Broken Bones

"You have twenty five minutes," hammer guy said to you as Mark shriveled into a ball, audibly gasping. He was no doubt trying to do everything in his power to keep from screaming. "Don't disappoint." the hammer guy finished saying, and he walked off with the other two. The woman was laughing.

You fell onto your knees and speed-crawled over to Mark as he visibly convulsed from the pain. "M-Mark, shh, Mark please look at me," you said softly, "Mark I need to see your arm."

When he didn't move for a moment, you shook him, "Dammit Mark we have twenty five minutes to run! Let me help you!"

Still gasping, Mark sat up onto his knees. His gaze was distant as he stared after the people who had just disappeared over the hill, into the parking lot. There was visible rage in his dark eyes, despite his expression being full of pain.

He shakily tried to reach for his backpack, but you pulled it off of him gently and opened it. Shaky yourself, you grabbed anything that looked remotely like first aid and put it on the ground in front of him.

You looked over to Mark's arm and tried not to vomit. You could see bone pushing up on his skin, trying to break through. Blood was beginning to ooze onto the grass, and his arm from the elbow down was uncannily limp. Biting your tongue to take your mind off the pain he must have been feeling, you looked at the items before you.

You had the alcohol, bandages, rags to clean the blood away, but nothing to... what was it... splint his arm? Was it too damaged to splint? Trying not to panic, you looked over to see Mark, who was extremely pale, gingerly pointing at the things to use first with his only working hand.

As you followed his silent commands, he helped you with cleaning the wound. He hissed wildly as you began wrapping his arm. His other hand dug into the dried earth beside him as you wrapped it. He probably wanted to punch something. You felt horrid for making him feel more pain, but you pulled yourself through, finishing with a fairly good job well done.

You looked around for a way to splint his arm and he spoke weakly, "Two short... straight sticks-" was all he could say before vomiting off to the side. You heard him whispering curse words to himself.

You stood up and walked around in a large circle, finding a dead tree. You broke a long straight stick off from one of the branches and proceeded to break it in half. When you came back to him, he was trying to stand but he was having a hard time.

You helped him up and shook your head trying to tell him to sit down, but he interrupted you, "We need to... go." You put the sticks in his backpack and put it on yourself. Leaning over, you grabbed his sniper. He flinched when you put his good arm over your shoulder, but made no move to try to get away or panic.

He just stared straight ahead as his broken arm hung limply. He seethed with every step you took, but you knew you had to keep moving. You had close to maybe fifteen, twenty minutes left. You headed into the closest neighborhood, Eagle Rock.

You searched for a tall building, and saw one a little ways away. It was about ten stories high and looked like it was in fairly good condition. You just hoped you weren't being watched and your location could be hidden.

Mark was still seething at his arm, his jaw clenched. "Almost there," you whispered to him, "Gonna need you to help me get you up the stairs okay? Just stay with me please."

The walk to arrive at the base of the building was fine. However, as you began to climb the stairs, Mark got harder and harder to help. He really was trying hard, but the bandage was already soaked through, and his leg wasn't cooperating. When the two people knocked him down, it must've done something to re-injure his right leg.

He was also probably scared out of his wits because of that man... the guy with the hammer talked to him as if they'd met before... and of all names why call him "Angel?"

It felt like it took the rest of the time you had to climb the stairs, but you eventually made it to the rooftop level. You sat Mark down on the ground, propping him up against the building's wall edge. You then proceeded to work silently with changing his bandage. When you took it off, Mark took a deep breath and spoke in short words, "Set it..."

You tried to not think about it when you grabbed his arm as gently as you could, feeling the bones jutting out from underneath his skin. One by one, you snapped the pieces back in place. Each time you set them, Mark flinched, squinting his eyes shut. He was trying to just breathe through it, but you could hear him grinding his teeth. You could see his body tensing up.

Once you finished setting the last broken spot, you quickly and tightly bandaged his arm back together with fresh ones. After that you grabbed the two short sticks you got from the tree, and placed one on one side of his arm. Mark grabbed one of them and held it up for you. While he held one stick you were able to use strips of bandage to successfully splint his arm.

You heard an explosion in the distance, and looked at Mark as you sat next to him. You were terrified. "Time's up," Mark grunted. He sat up as straight as he could to look over the side of the building's roof, "My gun."

"But Mark you can't shoot-" you began.

"My gun!" Mark said agitated, "Help me up."

You helped him up and into a squatting position so he could easily but sneakily look over the edge of the building. You squatted down with him. You grabbed his gun and handed it to him. He grabbed it but couldn't hold it up on his own, so you got on his left side and stooped over his shoulder, helping him hold it in place.

"If you see them, you aim," Mark whispered, "If I see them, I aim."

You nodded and got into a comfortable position so you could be very still. Mark was down on one knee, his good knee, and you were directly on his left side in a similar position, mirroring him. You were shoulder to shoulder, and you were both watching and waiting.

Within minutes, you saw dozens rushing over the side of the freeway where you and Mark had been a mere hour ago. To your dread, you realized they were the reason the hammer guy gave you twenty five minutes. The hammer guy was a Skull Breaker, and these guys were his army. 

All you had was a guy with a broken arm, and a sniper rifle.

A single question popped into your head as the Skull Breakers swarmed like wasps, 'How many can you both kill before they find you?'