One Survivor

36 'She's gone'

Justin coughed, his heard burned and his arms and legs ached. He stood to his feet only to fall to his knees again when he felt a sharp pain in his side, he saw a piece of wood sticking out and he gasped.

He closed his eyes and pulled it out, taking of his top layer and using it as a bandage. "AVA!" he yelled and searched the area. There was rubble and debris everywhere, the building had crumbled to the ground and he stood up, gritting his teeth when he did.

"AVA?!" he cried out again and looked around. He began searching the rubble and moving things around. Grunting as he did so and hearing the debris move and crash around him. 

He felt a lump in his throat grow, panic began to rise inside of him, "AVA!" he screamed, the minute he said her name he broke into a sob. "AVA!" he cried again and felt tears run down his cheeks, each tear getting heavier and heavier.

He threw pieces of metal across the land and searched violently for her, "AVA SAY SOMETHING TO ME!" he sobbed, holding his wound, and moving more debris out of the way. Heading to the area he had last heard and seen her before the explosion.

"A--... A--...!" He began to hyperventilate as he frantically searched through the rocks and rubble.

His eyes landed on a hand sticking out form underneath a sheet of metal and rocks, his eyes widened, and he started throwing the rocks out of the way before moving the sheet of metal.

Ava lay there unconscious, a scratch on her lip and a deep cut on the side of her cheek. Her leg was cut form the knee to the middle of her calf, and he sighed to himself, he crouched down and checked her pulse, "Still alive, good girl. Good girl" he stoked her hair.

He looked to see Dead Runners coming their way and his heart sank, he scooped Ava up in his arms and cried out form the pain in his side. He began to run and ignored the pain best he could, he had no idea how long they were there for but hoped that the psychos that did this were gone.

He found an old gas station and ran inside, blocking the door with anything he could find that could stabilize the small station. He laid Ava down on the table in the middle of the room and resumed his work. He tipped an aisle over and pushed it against the door and pushed the rest up against the windows.

Justin looked to the counter and then behind it, seeing a pharmaceutical locker. He went to it and bashed the lock using a rock, opening it, and searching for some useful pills.

He grabbed some bandages and morphine. He stumbled to Ava's side and took of her wrecked jacket and shirt, leaving her in a sports bra so he could make sure she had no internal bleeding or broken ribs.

Luckily, she was fine, so he cut open her jeans and took of the boots, the second he did blood poured form her wound, he used his shirt to cover it. He looked around and searched for a needle and thread, he knew what he needed to do but not yet.

He grabbed the thread off the counter and then a rusty needle off the floor. He used the alcohol on the aisle behind him and poured it on her leg. He was glad she wasn't awake, maybe she would be in a lot more pain if she were.

He cleaned up the blood and used a reasonable amount of thread to stitch up the leg, he wrapped it with a bandage and sighed. Turning to her head and checking it, "Fever. Of course" he sighed and coughed, covering his mouth with his hand then looking at the palm of it and seeing the blood.

He removed the makeshift bandage and sat down on a stool, grabbing the whiskey from it's previous spot and pouring it on his wound, "Son of a bitch!" he gritted his teeth.

Justin wasn't thinking clearly and didn't care about how much morphine he injected, he just wanted the pain to go away. He wrapped his wound with the last bandage and groaned.