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Angie,
Caroline, and Olivia ran past the fort where just seconds ago Laura
Mansfeild had shot Gabby to a pulp. They ran past the familiar trees
and into the familiar town, Angie lifting her map.
"We
have to head left," she said, pointing with her finger. Caroline
and Olivia looked left to see a large hill going up the side of the
fort.
"We should be real careful,"
said Caroline, "Who knows where Laura is."
They
were lucky as they ran up the hill, for they did not encounter Laura
or anyone on the way. There was the Clinic at the top of the large
hill.
"Let's get in there quick,"
said Olivia. They listened, quickly running into the Clinic.
"Are
there any bandages?"
Angie didn't
like the scenery one bit while she was on the way to the Clinic.
She'd seen the completely demolished ruins of the Mission Point
hotel - a place she had stayed in before on vacation. It was the
charred remains of something once beautiful, a pile of wood and metal
maybe 10 feet high at its upper most point. Then there were bullet
holes in the cement too… which made her wonder what else could be
going on as she sat here in this building. She could have sworn she'd
seen a body lying somewhere far away down the road on the way here,
but it was in a danger zone and for all she knew it could have been
some sort of log or pile of dung - which horses seemed to leave for
visitors to the island every 3 to 4 feet.
"Are
there any bandages?"
Seeing Gabby,
a young brunette girl of 13, get brutally murdered by Laura made
anger rise in Angie to the top. She knew Gabby would get killed as
soon as she tried to summon everyone to the fort, but she had died
bravely and with good intentions. Angie hoped that she would have
died quickly, but this thought was banished as she remembered the
ear-splitting scream that you would have to be deaf not to have
heard. The megaphone literally made her voice echo across the whole
island, which in truth was really not that huge. But still, she had
died horribly and in such a sickening way that he knew everyone who
saw the event would want to just rip out Laura's teeth, punch her
in the mouth till it bled and stick her on a pole to hang until the
crows ate her. 'Whoa,' thought Angie. 'That may be going a
little far. Or maybe not (she remembered the scream) but whether it
is or is not, I want to kill her myself.' Maybe she'd get the
chance too? Whether it was her or not, she'd be glad just to have
Laura dead.
"Are there any
bandages?"
The clinic was small,
two rooms large. They were sitting in the main room, which was lined
with cupboards and shelves, all holding various bottles and medical
oddities. The walls were a drab gray, but Angie decided that a clinic
didn't need to be stylish. It was a clinic, for Christ sakes. The
second room was a kitchen, which Angie didn't know what edibles it
held. Olivia was nosing around inside, opening various draws and
cupboards, pulling out various paper plates and cups. There was also
a refrigerator, which Angie assumed had old moldy food in it by
now.
"Are there any
bandages?"
Angie turned to see
Caroline ask her the question.
"Yeah,
let me just go look," she replied, rising from her kneeling
position.
"It took you long enough
to answer!" shouted Caroline as she rifled through cupboards to
eventually pull out some thin roll. It was indeed bandages, and she
began to unravel them as she walked towards Caroline.
"You
said you removed the bullet, right?" asked Angie.
"Yeah,
I chipped it out with the scythe while Laura was chasing me," she
answered. Angie nodded and began going through more cupboards until
she pulled out some disinfectant.
"I'm
sorry, Caroline, but I'm gonna have to use this."
Caroline
looked in horror at the evil substance. It was the substance that any
kid, any one person, hated the most. Pouring it on wounds, it would
burn like the fires of hell and sting like a thousand needles
piercing your eye. Caroline knew not if it helped or not, but it
didn't seem to do much except cause extreme pain. 'How much more
do I have to endure before I can settle down?' thought
Caroline.
Angie unscrewed the cap and
poured some onto her finger. She licked it once and said, "This is
definitely disinfectant. Get in here Olivia!"
Olivia
walked into the room, "Yes?"
"I'm
going to pour disinfectant, well, rubbing alcohol, onto Caroline's
bullet wound. I'm going to need you to hold her mouth closed while
I do it."
Olivia cringed and then
nodded, getting down behind Caroline's head.
"Now,"
began Angie. "This is going to hurt like hell, Caroline. This wound
you have goes deep, and so will this. Your first urge will be to
scream and then grab the wound. I'm going to prevent this." Angie
then grabbed some wire from a cupboard which she'd obviously
spotted earlier and began wrapping it round Caroline.
"Can
you move?" she asked, as Caroline tried to get out.
"I
can barely budge my left pinky," said Caroline. "I'm more stuck
to this table than when Sticky the Stick Bug got stuck on an extra
sticky Sticky Bun."
Angie just
looked at her, "Yeah, well that's great. Let's get this over
with." She then proceeded by grabbing some towel and putting it
into a ball.
"Are you ready?" she
asked Caroline. Caroline nodded. Then Angie stuffed the paper wad
into Caroline's mouth. She could still breathe, but was unable to
talk.
Then she explained to Olivia,
"Now, what I need you to do is clasp your hand firmly but gently
over her mouth so she can't speak."
"But
she can't speak anyway. There's a paper wad stuck in her mouth,"
she said.
"Yeah, but she could
still spit it out," explained Angie. "Anyway, try and hold her
head against your chest as still as you can. You don't want her
going to crazy when this happens." Then she raised the open bottle
above Caroline's wound. The familiar smell fell over the room as
Caroline was shaking.
"Are you
ready?" she asked Caroline for the second time. Of course, Caroline
never got to answer as Angie poured the liquid into the wound.
It
was like pulling a trigger, as soon as the steaming antibacterial hit
the wound, Caroline set off. She writhed under the wire, her face
straining. Angie gently dabbed the wound with more paper towel, which
was hard to do as Caroline's leg flailed as much as it could under
the pressure of the wire. Her face was beet red and screwed up in
total pain. Olivia tried to hold her head still, but she was moving
about too much. Angie kept doing her doctor treatments as she tightly
wrapped a bandage around Caroline's leg. Then she taped it up and
wiped her hands together, "All done."
Olivia
released her hands and removed the paper wadding from Caroline's
mouth. She breathed deeply before slowly calming down. The red from
her face returned to a shade of peach, and Angie untied the wire. Red
already began to stain the bandage where Caroline had been shot, but
at least, for now, it wouldn't get infected.
"You'll
be glad we did that," said Angie. "When we aren't amputating it
tonight."
Caroline tried to laugh
at this, but she coughed and choked like a dying car engine
instead.
"You should get her some
water," suggested Angie. Olivia came hurrying in with a glass of
water, which she gently placed on Caroline's lips. She drank and
then wiped her lip with her forearm.
"Let's
get down to business," she said, sitting up. "We need to list all
the supplies we can if we want to build a bomb."
"Well,"
began Angie, "Obviously some gas - which we can find in some cars
around the island I'm shore. We'll also need lots of gun powder,
which I'm sure we can find in the fort - they shoot guns off in
their all the time. We'll also need sulfur or coal; either will do,
that way, if for example we push it off a cliff it'll explode upon
impact. Finally, I'd say we need some sort of trolley or cart to
put it all in when it's done being built."
"I'm
starting to get tired," said Olivia. "I think that we should just
call it a night and do all this crap tomorrow."
"Olivia,"
said Caroline blatantly. "It's 12 PM!"
Beep!
The crackly voice came over the loudspeakers.
"Speaking
of 12," said Angie, "time for another one of Ms. Prok's happy
go lucky announcements." She sat back against the wall and rolled
her eyes.
"Hello my children of
the corn! Seems like we have quite a bit of new for you guys…
including some deaths! And of course those danger zones to top it all
off. Now, without further ado… First the deaths. The first one to
die since I announced the danger zones was Shelby. The poor girl, she
seemed like she had such talent too. Then it was Gabby, Connor M, and
finally Brittany. Seems as if we have 23 of you remaining ("this
sickens me," muttered Olivia) and the pace seems good too! Finally
your danger zones, they're always important and whatnot… Yeah, at
like 1 PM we're totally having C-3 be a danger zone. Then at 4 it's
gonna be B-2. That's all till my next announcement guys and girls…
so till then keep mutilating each others bodies!"
Click.
"That
bitch!" screamed Caroline, lowering her map. "The Clinic is gonna
be a danger zone all too soon. I'm so pissed; I can barely walk
right now."
"Well, we have till 4
PM," said Angie. "I think we can hold out till 3 and gather
supplies and food from here till then."
The
three sat awaiting the time of 4, bustling around and gathering food
and water and bomb supplies. Caroline stretched her leg, trying to
make it feel better, although it hurt like a mother. They were
eventually able to pack up their bags with supplies and try to find a
spot for the night to sleep. They walked out the door.
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