We're back for blood eh, enjoy this poorly written piece of shit, ciao
"Brenda!... Brenda!" the walkie talkie saddled on Brenda's waist buzzed, "What the fuck is going on down there?"
They're still in hostile territory, it's not safe. Luna is still in intense pain, her body begged for a rest, but the head is always so stubborn, "Luna you should sit down. I'll handle him," Lily said as she gave Luna the revolver, the same one she blew Brenda's brain away. "Now sit," Lily continued as she pulled Luna to sit down on the cafeteria table, her foot was still bleeding, albeit slowly.
"You're five, let me come with you," Luna replied as she tried to get up from the table, not a foot in and she dropped down like a fly. Groaning in pain as her body weight crushes her right arm, her arm must've been bruised, it can't be broken, she can move it. "Arghh, fuck,"
"Can you just sit still Luna," Scolded Lily as she picks Luna by her left arm, "Just stay here," She said before sitting Luna down on the table, "Shout if you get in trouble," Lily said before she left me alone in the cafeteria, the cafeteria in which many died, littered with the dead, the crimson essence, and the droplets of brass shells.
I saw a wheelchair near the door, did Lily pushed that here? must've been her, who else would've brought that chair in? That'd take a lot of crawls, I can do it, I can, I'm Luna Loud not some puddle of muck, Lily's gone out now, time to rock.
Standing up was hard, as both of my hands had to push my wreck of a body up, my breath was laboured, so laboured that I sound like mum when her water broke. "Arghh," I groaned as I stepped forward, it hurts a lot, the ground felt as if an earthquake was happening, in reality, my feet were shaking. Just a few dozen more steps. With might, I ventured my leg front, the frontier, the 20 something holes in my feet still felt like shit, take my mind off these things, think about something else, the good times. The pain won't go, just walk. Step by step and the wheelchair is in front of me. Sitting on it was a box, a first aid box. Thanks, Lily.
Sitting down with my back on the wall I pulled the chair near me, grabbing the box with both hands I opened it, nothing much, three rolls of bandages, cotton pads, a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, some threads, and a needle. This is going to be fun.
With her left hand, she took the bottle of peroxide out, pouring some on the pulsing wound, it burned her, causing the girl to scream in pain, tears bubbled in her eyes as white bubbles formed on the wound, in pain she grabbed her leg with both hands, "Fuckkk," The pained simmered down as she choked the leg harder and harder. Taking the needle and thread, she started it. Using the shiny needle to puncture a skin flap, it hurts, as she pulled the thread. One, two, three, four, and five, one hole is done, and she already felt like shit. "One down, nineteen to go," She sighed.
Minutes passed and all the wounds were stitched and bandaged. Luna could only sigh as the pain simmered down. The weird thing for her is that Lily hasn't come back, from relaxed, her heart pounded furiously, where the hell is Lily. Adrenaline rushed through her veins as she stood up, not a care for her body anymore. Sprinting left and right, screaming for Lily in the empty corridors. She ran and ran, until she saw the staircase, running up she screamed again, but it was empty, did everyone really died?.
Then the sign roof access fed her eyes pleasure, she must be up here, must be. Barging through the door she climbed the concrete stairs up. Reaching the top she opened the door to the roof, the morning air blasted her face, mother nature's gift to the living, looking around she saw a greenhouse, filled with fresh plants. Beside the door was a barrel, and on the said barrel was a crowbar. Grabbing it she walked slowly, inspecting the roof for hostiles.
Step by step she saw a man, a man named Jim, sitting on the ledge, ready to strike his head with the crowbar in hand, she saw Lily sitting next to him, relaxed too. "What?" Luna asked in shock. The two sitting down turned around and looked at her.
"Hi Jesse, or Luna, guess my time is up eh?" Jim asked calmly, "I guess it is, nice talking to ya kid,"
"Luna, how did you walk up here?" Lily asked as she gazed her eyes on Luna.
Realising what Lily was saying, the adrenaline retreated back and she fell to the ground, "Ouch,". Worried, Lily ran over to Luna, looking at her leg, she saw the bandages wrapped around Luna's ankle.
"Does it hurt?" Lily asked as she observed the bandage wrapped leg.
"Nope," Luna chuckled sarcastically, "Of course it hurts mate,"
Jim just stared at the two sharing a laugh, having a lovely banter after a nightmarish night. "Well, before I go, here take this, it's the key to the armoury and the storage room, better get out of here before they come in," Jim said as she passed a string of keys that was once on his neck. His eyes were watery, as in his mind, he knew he'll die one way or another.
"Who's they?" Lily asked, but her question was unanswered, the man had jumped, plummeting to the ground below. Looking over the ledge Luna had to cover Lily's eyes, splattered on the ground with his limbs mangled, they had seen many deaths that night, but Jim, he doesn't deserve death do he? He helped us. "Oh god,"
"S-sorry... about tonight Jess, w-we... were just following... orders,"
We weren't always like this, we used to help people, we built this place up with our own flesh and blood until they arrived, they came and separated us, the assets and the waste, they lined up my mother with the elderlies on the wall of the gym, I still remembered her warm smile before bullets shredded her to bits of nothing. They killed the old, they slaughtered the sick, and they took our food. We were starving, we had nothing but the bits of our parents. They came every month for their supplies, leaving us to eat what we could hide, and even then it wasn't enough. They came and they inspect the survivors we collected, waste or assets.
Then it happens, the lust for human flesh, we are exactly like the creatures out there, we eat the waste, the table crumbs. Say what you want to say, ask what you want to ask, we were hungry, we were ravens, we had never wanted to do this, they forced us, and we didn't fight back, we followed their asses. We had our fun for years until that bitch came in and shoot the place up. I still couldn't believe it, how the fuck did they came in and shot everyone and that kid, that annoying blonde kid. She... she could be a very good asset, she was calmer than water, and her sister, that filthy brunette, they were both assets.
They were somehow tougher than nails, they were younger than me, well they must've been through worse, they must've been through worse, or maybe they planned all of it beforehand. Fair play to them, all of the boys here combined won't have half the balls those two girls had, we could've made a deal with them, but no, that asshole Jake, he has the lust of a monkey and a brain the size of a walnut.
Well, at least our death would bring the storm over his feathers. The girls are now his pest.
Disclaimer: don't use Hydrogen Peroxide to clean large wounds, it'll fuck you up bro
other than that, Thank you for reading.
