Part 8: Without A Hope
I was panting, as thousands of thoughts rushed
around my head about how to solve this situation, in the few seconds I had as
the attackers slowly approached and taunted me. Obviously they weren’t going to
accept money or clever words to walk away, this was going to take some
fighting. I went to draw my machete but it literally fell out of its handle, I
forgot to ever test it. In about a split second of looking up, I saw a heavy,
huge sledge hammer coming for my head.
I quickly ducked, and saw the guy slam through me and go straight through the fence, severely cutting himself. Just as I turned around, I felt an intense pain consume my body, looking down I saw a
machete, puncturing deeply into my intestines. The guy’s face lit up with
“happiness” and I quickly returned the favour by pulling my pistol from my belt
and placing It between his temples. What followed was a deafening bang, and a
splattering of skull, flesh and brain of the surrounding area. His corpse fell
on top of me and I found myself unable to lift it.
The last guy came rushing at me, raving and taunting while he did, I was sure this was the last time I would see the Mojave. I closed my eyes and slowly waited for the inevitable, but it never
came. I opened my eyes to see that the last guy had tripped over the blood of
the person I shot, and impaled himself. I was unsure how this could happen with
my luck, and I chuckled while I pushed off the corpse from my body. I firmly
placed my foot on the last guy’s chest, and placed the gun to his testicles. I
wanted him to suffer longer for what he did to me. I pulled the trigger and
heard an ear shattering scream from the guy, which almost knocked me backwards.
I placed the gun between his eyes, as he struggled to reach the machete that
impaled him. I kicked it away, pulled the trigger, and sighed in relief. But my
fight was just getting started.
The sudden feeling of euphoria for killing my attackers quickly drained, and I moaned with pain as blood ran
through the puncture wound. I covered it as best I could with my fingers, and
slowly limped towards the nearby fort. This was where the Followers Of The
Apocalypse were, the group of medical students that were well needed in a place
like this. I pushed the doors of the fort open and fell straight down. My
vision faded, and my last sight was of medical staff screaming, and placing me
into a tent. I was sure I would never see the light of day again.
The first thing that I saw was the blackness that surrounded my eyes slowly fade away, revealing a face looking down upon me. A pretty, young women wearing medical equipment smiled at the sight of my eyes opening, and reached for a medical clipboard. I still found myself unable to bring any words to my mouth,
but I could wiggle my finger and toes. It took a good few minutes for me to gain any significant control over my body. Until then, I sat back and listened to what she had to say.
“Oh great!” she said with enthusiasm. “You’re finally waking up. You’ve only been out for about four hours. Your injury wasn’t that bad, and it didn’t take us long to fix it up. You’re quite lucky you didn’t
get an infection, we’d have to pay for the antibiotics with your money. Don’t
worry, we haven’t taken a whole lot of your caps. We only took the amount it
cost to heal you, a simple sewing skin job with a slight blood transfusion for
only three hundred caps. You were hit just under your intestines, if it had
punctured them, I’m afraid you’d be dead. and from the look of when you first
got here, you must have been attacked close by. If you had lost any more blood
you’d have a much worse chance. You can leave whenever you want, but I strongly
recommend you sleep the night here, your body needs the rest.”
By this point I could move most of my body, and the girl helped me stand up so I could see if I could walk. I was grateful that they saved my life, but at the same time angry that I had to go through
the pain and loss of caps. My body felt incredibly stiff, I was only moving by
forcing my legs forward, rather than moving properly. I decided to take her up
on her offer and stay the night, I was in no condition to walk. I took a seat
outside and asked her a couple of questions.
“So...what happened when I was out?” I said slowly, taking time to get used to speaking.
“Well, you certainly caused a fuss around here.” She said and laughed. “We had an argument about how we should save you. One of our ‘Crazy’ doctors as we like to call him, recommended
that amputation was in order to save you.” She fell over laughing, and got up
after a few seconds. “Oh…but he’s a good doctor, if a little crazy. Anyway,
after we decided on what to do we simply sewed you up, gave you some blood and let you rest.
“Well, Thank you so much for saving my life. I owe you more than what you took.” I said and smiled.
“Well you can always leave us a tip” she joked. “But I’m quite serious. We have trouble dealing for everyone who walks in here, when we have poor medical equipment and a surrounding of dangerous criminals and thugs. I hope you dealt whoever did this to you.”
“Oh don’t worry.” I reassured her. “They won’t be moving around anytime soon.”
“Great. Well, name’s Julie Farkas, hope you can get out of this shithole soon.” She laughed and walked away. She seemed to be able to find the good side of everything, laughing to get the world
around her out of her mind. I went back to my tent, to get some well needed rest.
To Be Continued…
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