Asper Fin POV
There were six cannons, so five people plus Yasmine. In all the chaos, I hadn't seen where more of our alliance went. After Castiel got away from the Careers I helped him limp away and hacked at the mutts that snapped at our heels.
"Did you see any of the others?" I asked after we ducked behind a garbage mountain. Castiel was breathing hard and trying to put pressure on far too many wounds. "Oh shoot," I added.
"Sky and Barley ran behind the Cornucopia," he said.
"We have to stop that bleeding," I said. He shook his head.
"We have to get farther away from the Bloodbath first," he said. "Let's find Sky and we can all look for Jay." We crept around the backs of the mountains and made our way toward the Cornucopia's tail point. Detritus and filth squished around our feet and at one point the ground gave away to a waist-high brown puddle. As we sloshed through it, I knew it wouldn't be good for Castiel's injuries.
The Bloodbath quieted quickly and soon we were searching through the garbage behind the Cornucopia. There was no sign of Sky. Really, she could have been anywhere, blending in to some area in the garbage.
"Psst," something hissed. I yelped, snatched a plastic pipe off the ground, and held it up like a bat, images of mutts dancing in my mind.
"It's okay. It's me," I recognized Sky's voice. A patch of garbage started to quake and she emerged from a nasty coffin. Her clothes were soaked in dump juices and bits of string dangled from her hair.
"Are you all right?" she asked.
"We're okay. Where's Barley?" Castiel asked. He sat down and grasped his leg.
"He died," Sky said. "He could have made it, but he saved me instead." She help up a garbage bag. "I got the chemicals, even if it wasn't worth it." I guess I knew Barley couldn't win, but it still hurt. He was an ally, and more importantly, he was a person.
"Priscilla almost killed Castiel. We have to cover these wounds somehow. He'll get infected like crazy," I said. Something jingled above our heads, and we looked up.
"Well isn't that just an answer to prayer," Castiel joked as the parachute landed next to him. I took out a tube of cream and smeared half of it on Castiel's cuts, then bandaged them with a roll of gauze. Castiel put the leftovers in his pocket in case the wounds reopened or in case new ones came. It was a wise precaution to take.
Wyatt Sparks POV
"Roll call. Who's here?" I asked. "Adair?"
"Here," he said weakly.
"Hermes?" I asked.
"Here," he said.
"Pepper?" I called, but there was no reply. I didn't have to ask for Serena. We'd all seen what happened. I changed the subject.
"We can look for Pepper later. We have to tend to our injuries. Who's hurt?" I asked.
"I got bitten," Adair said. He was turning pale.
"Me too, but not as bad," Hermes said.
"I, uh... you know what, let's just take care of Adair," I said as I began to blush. The only supplies we had were some nice moldy shirts, and that did not a bandage make. I tore a strip off my shirt and tried to clean out the giant bite in Adair's chest. It made his breath sound wet and sucky. That couldn't be good.
"Use this," Hermes said. He held out a tube of antibacterial cream.
"Where the heck did you get that?" I asked.
"From a parachute," he said. I didn't even hear it come down.
"It has a six on it," I said after I looked it over. "It's for you."
"It's a big tube. There's plenty. Hurry up," he said. I plopped a glop of... glop onto Adair's chest and tried to smear it around. Eew, I hope it isn't getting in his lungs, I thought. "You next," I said when I was done. Hermes covered his bites and scratches and started binding them with his shirt. I was pretty unharmed, but when no one was looking, I snitched a fingerful of cream and rubbed it over my lower back. I don't want to die from an infected butt.
Ryker Merlin POV
I ran faster than the Careers, but not faster than the mutts. I think the only reason they stopped harrying me is that they thought I was a goner. They must have been programmed to hunt, not eat, and they ran back to the Bloodbath for more prey. By that time I was far enough away from the Cornucopia to rest, and it was a good thing, since I was barely alive. I collapsed into a pile of cardboard boxes and tried to stop all the blood. It was coming from so many places I didn't know where to start. I was going to bleed to death.
Something soft and cool settled on my back. I pawed at it and a parachute dangled from my hands. I could barely open it with my shredded fingers, but I managed to retrieve a jar of something, which I started spreading all over my body. The smaller cuts on my fingers healed in seconds, and I was able to tear off strips of gauze from a roll and work on the larger cuts. Some of them, like the ragged bite in my right calf, were too large to bandage properly, and I feared they'd stay open until I ran out of cream and get infected anyway. I looked into the box again hopelessly and noticed a needle in the bottom. It wasn't a hypodermic needle, though. It was a tiny sewing needle. What was I supposed to do with that?
I examined the gift, box and all, to see if there was any other use for it. I noticed the thin white cord that tethered the parachute to the box. A needle... and thread. Goosebumps broke out on me as I realized what I had to do. I broke the strings, threaded the needle, pinched two halves of my lacerated leg together, and started to sew.
This is a really stupid question, but was Ryker allied with someone? I think I forgot who it was and I can't seem to find it in previous chapters.
