Meekakitty
MONK! I need a monk!
Samara's heart sank at the sight of Erik lying on the ground clutching his arm in pain. The amount of blood spilling out had told her that an artery has been punctured. It wasn't a fatal wound son long as they got the bleeding to stop, but in the currently scenario that didn't seem possible. She rushed to Erik's side, removing her shirt revealing her well defined abdomen and her chest which had been wrapped several times with gauze. Several scars tainted her mostly fair skin. She began to tear her shirt apart, fastening a makeshift sling for Erik's arm. "Keep the pressure on the wound," she ordered. The bullet had ripped clean through his arm, which provide minimal relief to Samara. "We can't stay here. Get on my back," she crouched down for Erik.
Samara began to devise a plan for escape. To the left was thick brush that would be hard to move through, but the right was too open and would make them an easy target. Straight back seemed like the best option, but with very little thick trees for cover it was also risky. Then there was the option heading toward the enemy, a fool hardy choice, but certainly an unexpected one.
Once Erik was secured on her back, using her arms to hold his legs and leaning forward, she was ready to move. She waited and listened for a moment, motioning for Erik to stay quiet. The chatter of squirrels and chirps of birds were absent as a result of the gunfire making the forest eerily silent. Erik's labored breathing was the loudest noise nearby. Samara tried to focus on the direction the of the grey oak tree.
GojiBean
Samara began to devise a plan for escape. To the left was thick brush that would be hard to move through, but the right was too open and would make them an easy target. Straight back seemed like the best option, but with very little thick trees for cover it was also risky. Then there was the option heading toward the enemy, a fool hardy choice, but certainly an unexpected one.
Once Erik was secured on her back, using her arms to hold his legs and leaning forward, she was ready to move. She waited and listened for a moment, motioning for Erik to stay quiet. The chatter of squirrels and chirps of birds were absent as a result of the gunfire making the forest eerily silent. Erik's labored breathing was the loudest noise nearby. Samara tried to focus on the direction the of the grey oak tree.
GojiBean