The Helghast turned around and starting walking away, expecting she follow him. The woman stood there for a few seconds wondering what to do. He stopped and turned around, when she got the hint "Sorry!.." She said, looking down. He turned back around and continued his pace. "Don't be sorry just hurry your ass up. I can't have you be a delay." He murmured. The ISA soldier looked at the back of his head for a moment trying to think of something to say, but couldn't. So she hurriedly walked behind the Helghast, trying to keep up with his quick strides. He turned his helmet towards her and asked, "Do you have a weapon with you?" She searched herself, and pulled out about a 6inch pocket knife from her belt. She held it in front of her so they could look it over. "Does this count?" she said, turning the blade over. "No." He said abruptly, his head turning and scanning the demolished landscape. She put the knife back into her belt. "There," he said, pointing a strong arm in the direction of 3 deceased Helghasts, "Take one of their rifles." He said, still walking. Knowing he wasn't going to stop for her to take her sweet time stealing guns from cadavers, she rushed over to them. One of their helmets was blown completely off, with a huge gash in their forehead with blood and brain still slowly oozing out, made by a sniper perhaps. His skin was extraordinarily pale. She covered her mouth and nose with a free, gloved hand and used the other one to pull a StA-3. She had to use all the strength of her right arm to pull it out because not only was a large, muscular dead Helghast laying on it, but it was a very large machine gun. She managed to get it out when she noticed the Helghast about 3 meters away, walking slowly. She knew she could shoot him from here. She should shoot him. But she didn't. The Helghast stopped in his tracks and waited for her. He was on to her. Crap! She thought. She stepped away from the carcasses and hurried back to her captor. He glanced at the large gun, and back into the distance. After a long moment of stillness, the female ISA cut the silence. "We have to do something about that wound…" She said, looking at the large abrasion in his chest. Blood continued to trickle from it. He looked down and breathed sharply in pain. "And what do you suppose we do?" He said, grunting. She had a small first-aid kit in one of her many large pockets, hopefully it would be enough to sustain the injury, for now at least. "I have a first aid kit, and I usually serve as the medic on my team. We have to find a uh…less grubby place to address the wound." She said, moving her glance from the gash to his orange goggles. A few moments passed when he answered, "A lot of these buildings where built with cellars, we are probably going to have to clear some debris to get into one." He said in a weak and low voice. "Well we better find one fast, your losing a lot of blood." She said, looking around. The man started walking towards a large building, the top part of it completely missing and black from an earlier fire. He threw chunks of cement and objects from the side of the destroyed home, one of his hands pressed on his abrasion. The woman wondered if he held it to ease the pain, or to stop the blood. Then she wondered if they felt pain at all. She strode over to him, helping rid the wreckage and reviled to wooden doors sealed shut by a large metal combination lock. She jumped when all the sudden the Helghast shot the lock off, shooting dozens of small holes in the wood as well. They clanged together at the force of the bullets. He bent over and opened the doors, expecting the ISA to go through first. She looked at him and clenched her gun in her hands, and quickly walked down the stairs into a dark and dusty room. She aimed her gun into the darkness, when the glow of two large eyes came up next to her. She didn't notice how tall he was until then, the Helghasts goggles maybe 6 feet in the air. She moved her head from his eyes and back into the dark room, waiting for him to do something. A clang echoed through the small room, and a plastic cup rolled to his feet in the light of the open cellar doors. He picked it up and examined it with his bloody hand, the cup still wet with water. He dropped the cup and aimed his large rifle into the empty space, luckily his rifle had a flash light attached to it. He continued to gaze into the light of his gun and moved his free hand onto the woman's gun, and with a little pressure came a light on hers as well. She felt stupid not knowing there was a light on her weapon. The Helghast removed his hand from her gun and placed it back on his own. He moved forward against a wall and slid one of his hands against it, and flicked on a light. The room was quite small compared to what she had imagined, tall shelves scattered all over and piles of old clothes, blankets, and bed sheets lay on the dusty floor. The Helghast moved around a shelf and pointed his gun behind it, small quivering coming from it. "Get out" the Helghast said in his most menacing tone. Two children stood up from behind the shelf, they looked to be malnourished and pale. One was bald and one had short, fine dark hair. They both looked at the ISA soldier with terrified looks on their faces, as if begging for help. They looked back at the tall alien with fear. "Go I said!" he hissed at them. They winced at his voice and ran passed the Helghast and passed the ISA, quickly trotting up the stairs, the taller bald one holding onto the younger one's arm. Then they were gone. She looked back at the Helghast who was surveying the area. "They where just kids.." She said, putting her gun down with her exhausted arm. He raised his head at her and said, "Then you should be glad I didn't shoot their asses." And he continued rummaging through what was left behind. She went back to her thoughts and decided that Helghasts truly do not feel pain. "See, you people have no fucking feelings!" She said, almost in a whining tone. He stood up and glared at her for a long moment. "And see, you humans are so stuck up in your asses you think you're so high and mighty, yet you have many flaws, greed, lust, pride. You're just as fucked up as we are." He said. She couldn't think of anything to say to that. After all, it was kind of true. She walked over to him and knelt down beside him, watching him take old bed sheets and blankets and laying them on the floor. "So…" the woman continued. The Helghast looked up at her. She got nervous and stuttered a bit. "What's…your name?" She asked. "Koen." "Oh." She said. He continued to lay out sheets when he asked, "What's your's?" "Mine? Uh um it's Lucy." She said, looking away. Koen sat down on the bed of sheets and looked at the woman. She cocked her head in confusion. "Well? Are you going to fix me up or what?" He said, his voice getting fainter. Lucy could tell he lost massive amounts of blood. "Yeah…lay down." She said, pulling the first-aid kit from her pocket. It was about as big as her hand. She unclipped the lock on it and opened it up, revealing a couple rolls of bandages and gauze, a small container of alcohol and tweezers for extracting bullets. "Perfect." Lucy said quietly under her breath. She looked back at the Helghast. "You got shot, correct?" "Y-yeah.." He stuttered. She opened the supposedly "bullet-proof" vest and uncovered yet another layer of clothing. She didn't want to take it off herself and with a little pushing he reluctantly took off the upper articles of clothing, exposing his bare chest. A gaping bullet hole continued to bleed on the right side of his chest, right on his rib cage. She suspected a broken rib or two, nothing too life-threatening seeing as how he made it this long. She examined the hold and took the alcohol from the box. She twisted the cap open and said "This might sting". And with that she poured a small amount onto his injury, making him wince at the burning sensation. She then took some gauze and patted the extra blood away from the hole and took some tweezers to it. "I'm sorry, but I don't have anything to ease the pain." She started fishing out the bullet when he heavily breathed and moaned until she finally got it out, and held it to the light. It was about an inch long and about .20 mm in diameter. "Holy shit it's huge!" Lucy said, putting the bullet into the kit. Koen relaxed his body and panted, sweat perspiring on his chest. "Sit up for a second" She said, holding a roll of bandage. He slowly sat up, rubbing the back of his neck. She wrapped the bandages around his torso, covering the wound. "It should heal well." She said, putting everything back. "But I think we should stay her for a night so you get some rest." She said. "No, we have to keep going." He persisted. She watched as he put on his uniform. "We have to stay here for a while, at least for the night." She said sternly. "Fine, but I won't be sleeping any time soon." "Fine by me!" She snarled, getting up and walking to the other side of the room, near the door. Koen watched and said, "I don't think so." Lucy rolled her eyes and grabbed a blanket and walked about 2 meters away from him, not too close to the exit. She laid down on her makeshift bed and stared at the ceiling as if she was a child that just got scolded. Koen sat against a wall and held his rifle against his chest. The light coming through the doors began to fade, the sky turning red and different shades of gray. Acid rain began to fall from the sky, and Lucy got up and closed the cellar doors. She laid back down and tried to relax, eventually drifting into a deep sleep.