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Pain . . . All I could feel was pain, that pain was short lived, and slowly washed away into numbness as my body began to loos to much blood. The bullets must have hit an artery7 or something. I'd been shot before and never lost this much blood. Dambit. My eyes grew heavy and I had to fight more and more to keep them open. I knew I had been lifted and carried to threw the forest. I knew I'd been tossed in the back of tyhe truck with the others. But I never felt it. My body had grown so numb, my mind so weak,it was all I could do to keep my eyes open. hen the truck lurched to a stop, and the fire began to surround us, I figured They would leave me and I would die. But they Didn't. Instead they brought me with them.
A week passed and after they'd patched me up I decided to stay with them. My sense of smell helped us avoid the occasional bandit and creature. I hunted for food when I could and helped out here and there but for the most part I stayed to myself. It was when We came to this abandoned building that I stepped away. As I walked around the permiter of the building I took note of windows and the lack of foliage around. This was not my ideal hunting ground in fact. Without the foliage to hide me. I was like a fish out of water.When I finally managed to find a shady spot I sat down and let out a heavy sigh. My home had burnt to the ground, and I was still to weak to survive on my own. In fact I'd be dead If it wasn't For these people. Running my hand through my hair I stared at the sky. Could I really stay with these people? Could I trust them?
The women, Alexia, she was Ok. She didn't care for seeking out violence. She only cared for protecting the people she cared about. In fact. When I was in the verge of dying, waiting to fall into the firey pits of hell, she was the one who protested that they should do everything they could to save me. While the rest wanted to save the supplies, rather then waste them on a complete stranger on the verge of death, I remember her voice ringing out in protest to save my life. Gritting my teeth I slammed my fist angrilly into the ground before mumbling a few curses under my breath. After a long while of sitting there, I finally stould and made my way back to the others. Stepping inside the building I found everyone split into there cliques Like they'd been from the beginning. I'd stayed to myself for the most part so noone knew anything about me. ut I had listened to them. I knew enough to know where myaliegence was going to lie.
With a fire in my eyes I unholstered my revolver and gripped it by the barrel, holding the grip outwards, and made my way to Alexia. As soon as She spotted me headinbg towards her I noticed that hesitation, that fear of not knowing what someone was thinking in her eyes. but I didn't falter. I walked right up to her and held my gun out to her saying "Your name is Alexia correct." It was less of a question and more of a statement and I didn't give her time to reply before I continued on saying "You saved my life. To you it may not have meant much, but to me it showed me the type of person you are . . ." Slowly I raised my hand holding my gun out to her to take saying "You are not a bad person, I can see this clearly. You don't know me, and You may not trust me, But as a thank you I want you to have this. You lost one of your pistols in the forest. I know this old revolver may not be a suitable replacement, but I want you to have it, and I want you to know that you have my help should you ever need it." I stould there offering my hand in friendship. Well gun technically. I didn't know weather she would except or not. But weather she di or not, I would still repay her for what she did for me. One way or another.
A week passed and after they'd patched me up I decided to stay with them. My sense of smell helped us avoid the occasional bandit and creature. I hunted for food when I could and helped out here and there but for the most part I stayed to myself. It was when We came to this abandoned building that I stepped away. As I walked around the permiter of the building I took note of windows and the lack of foliage around. This was not my ideal hunting ground in fact. Without the foliage to hide me. I was like a fish out of water.When I finally managed to find a shady spot I sat down and let out a heavy sigh. My home had burnt to the ground, and I was still to weak to survive on my own. In fact I'd be dead If it wasn't For these people. Running my hand through my hair I stared at the sky. Could I really stay with these people? Could I trust them?
The women, Alexia, she was Ok. She didn't care for seeking out violence. She only cared for protecting the people she cared about. In fact. When I was in the verge of dying, waiting to fall into the firey pits of hell, she was the one who protested that they should do everything they could to save me. While the rest wanted to save the supplies, rather then waste them on a complete stranger on the verge of death, I remember her voice ringing out in protest to save my life. Gritting my teeth I slammed my fist angrilly into the ground before mumbling a few curses under my breath. After a long while of sitting there, I finally stould and made my way back to the others. Stepping inside the building I found everyone split into there cliques Like they'd been from the beginning. I'd stayed to myself for the most part so noone knew anything about me. ut I had listened to them. I knew enough to know where myaliegence was going to lie.
With a fire in my eyes I unholstered my revolver and gripped it by the barrel, holding the grip outwards, and made my way to Alexia. As soon as She spotted me headinbg towards her I noticed that hesitation, that fear of not knowing what someone was thinking in her eyes. but I didn't falter. I walked right up to her and held my gun out to her saying "Your name is Alexia correct." It was less of a question and more of a statement and I didn't give her time to reply before I continued on saying "You saved my life. To you it may not have meant much, but to me it showed me the type of person you are . . ." Slowly I raised my hand holding my gun out to her to take saying "You are not a bad person, I can see this clearly. You don't know me, and You may not trust me, But as a thank you I want you to have this. You lost one of your pistols in the forest. I know this old revolver may not be a suitable replacement, but I want you to have it, and I want you to know that you have my help should you ever need it." I stould there offering my hand in friendship. Well gun technically. I didn't know weather she would except or not. But weather she di or not, I would still repay her for what she did for me. One way or another.