Silent Fighter- ENGLISH VERSION

To lose and to be free

Jesus had sat down at the large kitchen table and looked through in his backpack, spreading some medicine on the table in front of her.

Jodie sat across from him, now pointing a gun at him, the hunting rifle hanging on her back, watching him closely. Every move, every twitch.

He shouldn't get any ideas.

Jesus looked at her, smiling at her.

"You don't talk much, do you? "

Jodie raised her eyebrows up as if to say, "No kidding".

"I get it, it's probably not easy to trust a stranger. Neither before, or now, is it? "he asked empathetically.

Jodie just nodded; it was no secret what he was saying.

"You know, it would be easier if you told me what you needed," he said. Jodie made a move with one hand, as if she wanted to sew something and Jesus seemed to understand.

"Wait, I got something, "he pushed the necessary utensils at her and then looked at her critically.

"For what do you need that? Are you hurt? "

Jodie shook her head while she shoved her things into her pockets with one hand.

"Somebody else maybe? "

Jodie just looked at him emotionlessly. Why did he care?

"I see. Is it bad? "

Again, just a silent look.

"I'm sorry, um...here take this too", he slipped two little bottles across the table.

"This is penicillin. That helps with wounds that need stiches" Jesus said, and Jodie hesitantly shoved it into her pocket. Then she hesitated, pulled a pen out of her pocket and wrote a single word on the table.

Thanks.

Jesus nodded in a friendly manner.

"It was a pleasure," he said, putting the rest of the medicine back in his backpack.

Then he looked at Jodie.

"Can I go now? Or would you rather go? "he asked.

She pointed at herself, took her backpack with one hand and put it back on, the other hand still holding the gun. Always keeping her focused on Jesus.

"Take care of yourself, girl," he said to her as she reached the kitchen door. She gave him a suspicious look, but nodded.

"Maybe we'll see each other again," Jesus smiled. Jodie's mouth twitched slightly and she smiled back.

Then she ran off.

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Jodie knew she had no guarantee that this guy was following her. But to make sure, she ran to the next house, hid behind the corner of the house and waited. She looked around the corner a few times and listened. After about five minutes, she decided to move on and bring Daryl his medication.

When she arrived, she locked up all the entrances and exits, hoping that Jesus hadn't followed her. Then she ran to Daryl, who was still lying pale on the bed. For a moment, Jodie was afraid that she was too late and he was already dead, but Daryl was still breathing.

Jodie disinfected the wound again and the needle, when she removed the bandage. She threaded the thread and found that her fingers were shaking, and she breathed deeply and forced her hand to calm down.

"You can do it," she whispered to herself and then raised the needle.

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