The Rabbit's Den

WOLF on the Run

Out somewhere in the Desolates the doctor was nursing his own bullet wound, it was a clean shot. Through and through the bullet had come out the thick of his left arm. It had stopped bleeding, he knew it was most likely because of the temperatures outside. It didn't stop the constant throbbing pain. He had to find WOLF, the facilities were located in cities, large protected cities. Coming out of the Den empty handed had him frustrated, when he found a city he would be coming back for all the babies. Trixie and her Den had not been as careful as they thought. He knew there was more than met the eye going on in the compound. They were running through more sanitary products than any one woman would use, and even after Trixie was pregnant they were being taken. And the cries, the sounds that Trixie tried to tell him were feral cats, he wasn't dumb. Coming back to the Den with numbers was his only option. He was going to have the twin girls, and his own child. If there were any other children in the Den, studies on them could give them so much information.

Dr. Mullens sat shivering against a tree, no fire. He knew a fire would tell the Den where he was. There was a good possibility that they were looking for him, especially after he killed Zach. Kaleb would be slowed down for the time being, he had bashed his face in with the empty gun making sure of that. He stood up, he had to keep moving.

Back at the Den they weren't out in the cold morning searching for the Doctor. They were struggling to keep Trixie alive, taking care of Petra and her twin girls, cleaning the carnage in the infirmary and mourning the loss of one of their young men. The compound had become alive within seconds of the first shots, the people inside knew something was awry. It was David, the kind aging hunter that got there first. Helping blood soaked Kaleb put the unconscious injured Trixie on a bed. "What happened?" David asked.

Kaleb lifted up her shirt, exposing the bullet wound and flowing blood, "She was shot." David grabbed the thin sheet off of the bed next to them and wadded it up placing it on her stomach. He rolled her side off the bed, "Is there an exit wound?" Kaleb glanced under her, "No." "Fuck." David laid her back down and pushed down on her. "Careful David, the baby." He looked at Kaleb with condolence in his eyes, "I'm sorry kid, I'm worrying about Trixie, not the baby." Kaleb gave a nod of understanding. "Is there anyone that can help that came with the supply group? There was two new people." Kaleb stared at him blankly, "I, I don't know." "Go find out!" David barked.

Kaleb ran out of the room, David mostly wanted Kaleb out. He had seen and helped as a first responder whiling hunting before. If she had a nicked artery, or punctured organ he wouldn't be much help. While holding down on her wound he reached over and gave her a couple hard slaps, she didn't react. He didn't want her waking up when he did what he was going to do. "Sadie!" Her head snapped up from the infant in Petra's arms. "I need a long pincer tool to grab this bullet." She knew what he needed and ran over to the drawers and grabbed the hemostats.

Petra could only look on in terror as David pulled the bloody sheet away and shoved the metal tool into Trixie's belly. David was sweating as he tried several times before successfully pulling it out. "I need clean gauze Sadie." She was already on it before he asked. "How do we know if it hit something?" David gave the older woman a concerned look, "She doesn't stop bleeding."

When Kaleb returned to the infirmary David and Sadie were packing and wrapping Trixie. "There isn't one here that can help." He looked down at Trixie, "Is she okay?" David shook his head, "We won't know for a while, I'm hoping she wakes up and can tell us what to give her." Sadie put a hand on David, "Can you help me with the boy?" Silent tears ran down Kaleb's face as he watched his friend's dead body get taken out of the room. A couple more people had come in, and began cleaning up the ruins of the infirmary.

"She's strong." Petra said to Kaleb. He looked over at her; his expression told her he wasn't sure. She rocked one of her infants and shook her head, "No, she's strong Kaleb. One of the strongest people I've ever met. "She was refusing to believe that Trixie would die. "What are you going to name them?" She looked down and shrugged, "I really only thought of boys names, I was really hoping they would be boys." She looked back at him, "You should get cleaned up Kaleb, you don't want an infection to start in your face."

Zach was only 27, he had come to the Den as an orphan of WOLF himself. He was a strong kid then, nothing much had changed about him throughout the years. His blonde hair had slightly darkened, but he was a strong man bent on ending WOLF. Being a good friend of Kaleb and Ryan, and tolerated and teased Trixie since they were children. He was willing to give his life to protect and help provide for the family he had at the Den. Now staring at his motionless body, Kaleb knew he had done just that. He pushed the dirty blonde hair away from his face, he was so pale now. "It's going to be hard to bury him right away Kaleb." Sadie had walked into the small room; she had a wet rag in her hand.

She walked over to Kaleb and motioned him down. He knelt on one knee as she started to clean the dried blood off his face. "I came in here to clean him up; I don't want him being stored out in that shed a mess." "I'm going to kill him." Her lips were drawn in a tight line, "I'm sure you will. I'm also sure we are in for a bit of a fight soon." He looked up at her, not sure what she meant. "I'm not doctor Kaleb, been midwifing since I was in my 20s. Don't you want to know why he only asked for one of the babes?" His eyes stayed on hers, "Sometimes when there are identical twins the babies share a bag of water, he saw that Petra didn't break another bag before pushing that second little one out. He knows the girls are identical, meaning they have the same DNA. He only needed one, to get what he needed. And I'm pretty sure he'll be back, doesn't seem like the kind of man to give up."

"I'd say you look better, but it would be a lie. You look cleaner." She stated. Kaleb stood back up and motioned to Zach, "I'll clean him up." "No you won't, you're going to go sit down in the infirmary and wait until that girl wakes up. You can come get me when she starts to bleed." Kaleb looked back at her, "You think she's going to lose it?" She was cleaning Zach's face, "I think it will be a miracle if she doesn't."

Trixie woke up to cramping, before she started to bleed. Her head swam from the pain in her side. David came to her, "What do I need to give you?" She was panting hard, nearly delirious. "Vancomycin, piggy back on the saline drip, morphine." She gasped, "I think I'm losing the baby." David was pulling through the bags of liquid medicines in the cabinet. "Trixie, how big are the bags of Vancomycin?" Just then he found it. Rushing back to her saline drip she grabbed him, "Morphine." He grabbed the small vial on the counter that Kaleb had left for when she woke up. After drawing it up he jabbed her in the thick of her hip, then continued to run the antibiotic on her IV lines. "Can you adjust it?" he asked. Shaking and hazy she rolled the drip.