TW!!

There will be descriptions of violence and blood, so may the queasy to this read this

 with caution please. Also, I will be talking about medical stuff in this, so I apologize in 

advance if anything is medically inaccurate.

Enjoy! <3

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I hear pounding footsteps approaching my hiding spot. I immediately jump up, noticing a person a feet away from me with a shocked look, that immediately turns into a devilish smirk, so I make a mad dash away. As running seems to be the best course of action; don't feel like dying today.

"Oh no you don't!" they shout chasing after me, "You ain't getting away from me!"

I stumble over a stack of books in front of the door, about to make it out when suddenly I'm yanked back and thrown against the wall. Before I can even react, the scavenger slams their arm against my throat, pinning me to the wall. I let out a strangled gasp in response.

"Got you now!" they spat at me, "Don't suppose you mind spilling if there are others hanging around here, do ya?" They point their machete close to me as if to prove something.

"Ha! As if I would ever tell you," I try to say confidently, but it comes out weak and hoarse instead.

In response to my comment, they push their arm harder against my throat, "Hmm... well it seems there may be others with you too. Once I find them, I tell them you said goodbye!" they say menacingly, "Now, any last words pretty boy?" Not if I have anything to say about it you won't.

In full on stupidity, knowing all too well that this will not end well, I say to them, "You think I'm pretty?"

Apparently, that was not the answer they were expecting. They immediately raised their machete up to strike me down. In a last-ditch effort to not end up dead I swung my bat as hard as I could right at their leg. Funny that they forgot to disarm me. Stupid.

They let out a painful sounding, "Ahh!!"

Their machete landing in the wall barely an inch away from me as they instinctively bring their hands down to cover their new wound. "You little shit!", they scream at me, looking me dead in the eyes with even more intent to kill me than before.

I took the opening that I got and swung my bat at them again, this time hitting their left arm. They let out another ear-piercing scream and lung forward with their good arm held out. Before I could process what they were doing, they grabbed a hold of their machete again. Yanking it harshly from the wall, slashing my left arm in the process. Leaving a big gash. I try to repress a scream, but still cry out in pain anyway.

"Heh." they sneer at me as they attempt to pin me to the wall once again or cut my head off. Neither is a good option, so I do the most logical thing of moving the hell away from them! 

They're crazy!

As I move out of the way I muster all the strength that I can, swinging my bat right to their head. It makes a sickening sound on impact, and I immediately pull my bat back. They let out a strangled scream, falling limp to the floor. Their machete loudly makes a clank sound when hitting the floor.

I stare at their limp body, "They're probably just sleeping...ya..." I say trying to reassure myself. I crouch down and grab their wrist, checking for a pulse. Somewhat lucky for them they barely still have one. Phew.

I stand up and pick up their machete, tossing it to the side. I don't want them to have a weapon near them if they miraculously wake up for some reason out of the blue. When I throw it the pain from the gash in my arm flares. I can't really tell how bad it is, but it still looks pretty bad.

I put my bloody bat in my backpack, grab my crossbow out instead, and tear a piece of cloth off their shirt to use as a makeshift bandage for now. "Sorry," I mumble to them, even though they can't actually hear me. Then I head out, shutting the creaky door behind me.

I get back deciding I better deal with my gash wound instead of finishing my shift. Before I go in, I shoot down another stray Mara like earlier.

I head inside into the dining room and set my stuff down on the table. Then I head upstairs to get Scott for his shift.

I get to his room and lightly knock on his door. "Scott, can I come in? It's your shift," I say barely above a whisper. I listen for a response. No response comes, though I do hear some noise from inside, so I give him a minute to answer.

After about a minute the door handle turns, and the door opens to reveal Scott already dressed. "You're either really fast at getting dressed or you didn't go to bed," I say to him.

"I dress really fast...?" he says, not sounding so convinced either.

"Nightmares?" I ask.

"Ya..." he says, fiddling with his fingers.

"Come here," I say, gesturing my arms out to him. He accepts my hug, and we just stay like that for a couple seconds. He releases the hug and accidentally bumps against my wound causing me to make a strangled sound.

"Are you alright?" he asks, in a worried to tone. I try to reassure him that I'm fine, but he quickly notices the makeshift bandage on my arm that had now seemed to have bled through.

"You're hurt! What happened!?!?" he panically whisper shouts.

"I got into a fight and I'm going to fix it up right after you go out to guard the house. I promise that it isn't as bad as it looks," I tell him, though I don't actually know how bad it really is myself.

"Ok...do you want me to grab Oliver or Reese to help you with it?"

"No, I can handle it myself, but I appreciate the offer."

I'm about to head back downstairs when Scott says, "Ok and don't move for a second. I got something for you."

He heads back into his room, and I patiently wait to see what he has for me.

Scott comes back this time with a can of beans. "Here," he says, holding the beans out to me, "Eat these. They will help you get more iron after losing so much blood." I'm not big on beans, but I notice that he's staring at my arm, so I take them to make him feel better.

"Thanks," I say, taking the beans, "And please be careful out there. Ok?"

"I will."

We then both head downstairs, him to the front door and me to the dining room.

Once I'm in the dining room I go to the right from there to the bathroom. Inside the bathroom I open the cabinets under the sink and grab out the first aid kit. I set it on the sink countertop. I open it, grabbing out some bandages, saline solution, and a cloth.

Then I untie the piece of cloth now soaked with blood. Probably not a good thing. I set it in the sink.

This is gonna hurt.

Next, I try to carefully pull my shirt off, but it hurts like hell. After I finally maneuver it off, I inspect my wound.

The wound is all bloody, but it looks to have stopped bleeding for now. It looks pretty deep, so I probably need to stitch it up, sadly. I set my shirt on top of the toilet then grab a bucket full of water from next to the toilet. I lift it up and set it on the opposite side of the counter from the first aid kit.

I hold out my injured arm over the sink and use my uninjured one to pour small amounts of water on my wound to clean it. Once I get most of the blood cleaned, I grab the cloth from the first aid kit to get the rest.

Once done with that, I put the cloth in the sink, and I pour a small amount of saline solution over my wound. Hsss. Stings.

I grab a needle and thread out of the kit. I take my shirt and stuff it in my mouth so it will muffle any pained screams I have stitching myself up. Then I begin the absolutely painful process of stitching myself up.

After about seven minutes or so I finish stitching myself. They don't look too bad, but I'll probably have to get someone else to restitch them instead if I pull them next time. I take my shirt out of my mouth, letting out a sigh. I put the needle and the rest of the thread back in the kit. Then I grabbed the bandages and wrapped them around over my stitched-up wound. I finish that up then put the bandages back in the kit. I close the kit and place it back in its spot under the sink.

I head out into the kitchen to grab a spoon and then head into dining to eat my beans. They are not half bad; does not mean I like them now. I toss the can and grab my backpack with everything then carefully head back upstairs to bed.

I get to Oliver and I's room, quietly tiptoeing in hope that I don't disturb him. I set my backpack next to the bed. I grab my crossbow out and put it back in its corner. I carefully pull back the covers and slip into bed. I had thought Oliver was still asleep, until I felt his arms wrap around my waist, cuddling in close. "Night Olive Tree," I whisper to him and brush his hair to the side, planting a soft kiss on his forehead, "Sweet dreams."

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