"Just a little further," said Bittercup wearily. "I want to at least get him over this hill.."
"Sure." said Kimba still a little shakey from what had just taken place. "I want to just move past this and forget it as soon as possible."
"Yeah.." replied Bittercup in a monotone voice. "I guess he's pretty lucky huh.."
"Lucky? How the hell is Dusty lucky at all?"
"Yeah he's lucky! At least he got to go quickly and painlessly. I hope to go out like that.."
Kimba rolled her eyes and shook her head getting angry. It was clear Bittercup had returned to her usual gloomy self rather than the sad, almost caring, person she portrayed an hour ago.
"So what you're jealous?" yelled Kimba not being able to handle any more of Bittercups dark moods.
"No I'm not saying I'm jealous I'm just.."
"Just what?" Kimba shouted again getting angrier. Suddenly she heard a noise and jerked her head to the right to see what made it. Her mood quickly went from hot and angry to cold and frightened.
"Will you fucking listen? I just.." Bittercup started, her temper getting short.
"Shhh!"
"What?" said Bittercup in a loud whisper. She was concerned but still mad.
"Quiet!" whispered Kimba scared. "I thought I heard something. Behind that bush over there." Kimba pointed into the darkness. They both stood still listening into the darkness waiting to hear another noise.
"Oh well.." muttered Bittercup sounding dissapointed.
"Wait no!" cried Kimba in a loud whisper still frightened.
"No. come on lets just get back to Bigtown before something kills us.. ugh" Bittercup sighed "we'll just leave Dusty here."
Kimba groaned. "Eh.. alright. But stay quiet I don't want to get killed out here." she said shakily drawing her BB gun.
"Ok lets go." Bittercup droned looking to Kimba "Dammit Kimba put that thing away! The best you'll do with that is piss something off!"
Kimba frowned and away her weapon and the two silently set off back to Bigtown.
"Ugh my head.." thought Dusty as he awoke finding himself in an unfarmiliar place. He squinted his eyes as he put a hand to the back of his head. It felt wet, warm and sticky. He brought his hand in front of his eyes. His fingers were dirty and covered in blood, fresh blood, it dripped down his fingers and stained his palm. He was bleeding.. badly. But why though? And where was he? He tried to come up with an excuse to where he was to keep himself from panicing. "Maybe I fell asleep last night and sleep walked out here?.. No.. no that doesn't explain why he was bleeding. Actually, maybe he.. no that couldn't have happened." He tried to push the question to the back of his mind and tried to think of where he could be. He went to sit up but a sudden surge of incredible pain rushed through his body causing him to fall back down. When his back hit the ground he felt it again.
"Aaaargh! Fuck! My fucking shoulder!" he screamed "Dammit!" Suddely, he remembered. He remembered seeing and hearing childrens voiced, seeing his "friends" the people he looked after and cared about drawing their weapons on him, and Sticky. That little bastard. But what happened after that? He remembered running after Sticky wanting to kill him and then.. here?Where? Did he kill Sticky? He hoped so. But why can't he remember. He tried again to sit up using the other arm to push up. His shoulder screamed in pain but he managed through it and sat up.
"Mother fucker.." He groaned clenching his teeth and tightening his good hand into a fist.
"Wait.. what the hell?" he looked down in front of his feel and saw two trails leading from his feet. Was.. was he dragged here? This not only made him panic but his mind raced with questions! Who or what did this? And when? Whoever did it knows where he is. Slavers? Super mutants? He didnt know which would be worse. He quickly checked his neck for a slave collar. Thank goodness. It's not slavers and super mutants wouldn't leave him here. They'd have probably killed him. He couldn't have dragged himself here. He would have to worry about it later, but for know he had to get back.. where? Where could he go? Not back to Bigtown, not after last night! Was it last night? How long has he been here? He slowly stood up and gritted his teeth when the muscles in his shoulder tightened. He looked around. Hey, he knew this place, or that big rock at least. He called it slaver rock for obvious reasons. He always watched over here for slavers. He looked down the hill a little ways and there it was. Bigtown. He always fantasized about leaving it but not like this. He could never go back. But he had to know what happened that night.