Days Of Ruin…Never Ending…2
I do not own Advance Wars or any of the series…if I did I would have made a hard-er mode.
A teen awoke from his sleep and he tried to straighten out his arms to find the sleeping bag in his way. He got out and ate some rations before attempting to find out the time. He rolled the sleeping bag up and tied it back to the end of the cycle. He also brought his bag in case this hike took longer than expected…again.
'Looks like the sun hasn't risen yet…good I can make it on time…but first time to look at the box-like thing' he thought as he observed the darker west and brighter eastern clouds. He got up and began to walk toward the object, leaving his bike but keeping his pistol in its holster and his knife in his hand.
As the distance closed, a smile began to form on his face 'A rig! Just what we need…hopefully it still has enough gas to last the trip back to the encampment' this was going to help him greatly in the upcoming battle.
He walked around the vehicle noting that the only damage it had was the crack on the door to the drivers' side. 'Looks like I don't have to waste an entire clip to get in' he thought as he began picking away at the cracks with his knife.
It was tedious work but he knew that bullets were precious commodities in the current world. A hole big enough to get his arm through was created. He looked at his work proudly and removed the mask on his arm to reach into the rig. A soft click made him smile as he opened the door; the inside wasn't so bad except the missing seat cushion for the passenger's seat. He was about to enter the storage area of the rig but he stopped as he remembered something.
'Argh what a pain…this rig needs to be identifiable' He went out to reach in his pack to grab a flag a little longer than his leg, the flag unfurled showing an insignia with two axes. 'Now where to put it…they should know its me when they see the reflective square on the top right corner of the flag' He thought about using tape but the ride was too bumpy for even tape to hold and holding the flag out the window while driving would be too distracting for me. 'How about jamming it in-between the roof hatch of the rig? Yeah that would do it, I just need to find a pole to tie it to.'
He threw this pack into the rig and hopped in slamming the door shut. 'I'll figure it our when I can see the camp later on' He held his breath when he heard ragged breathing coming from the back of the rig. 'Wait! There was someone here?' He readied his knife and turned to find the removed portion of the passenger seat on the aisle, but this was not the reason he paled for, he paled when his eyes saw the figure on the floor. She was sweating a lot…her face had a pained expression and she was groaning in pain while she slept.
'Damn she really is in pain…wait…what would happen to me if I woke her up?' Eying her pained expression forced him to act.
'God damnit…if I die I know I die helping those in pain' He knelt down by her and shook her by the shoulders.
"Hey! Wake UP! Snap Out of it!" He increased his volume as he saw her forming tears. This was just like what happened in his past. Most of his men died from their last raid and he would never forget the faces of those in pain…there was no hope in them when their wounds kept bleeding.
His grip was loosening as she was rejecting the touch violently. He had no medical knowledge and didn't know if she was dying or not. 'No! She's losing it!' He hugged her tightly and expected her to thrash violently but felt no resistance. Her head slumped on his shoulder, her tears streaking down his jacket.
'Wait NO! …Thank god…' He realized that she had not died but had slipped further into unconsciousness, he exhaled, his breath full of relief. He grabbed his pack and replaced the seat cushion with it and draped his flag over her leaving her head exposed. Her breathing was soft and slow as he replaced the cushion and her face relaxed as her placed the makeshift blanket on her.
'Gotta get her back to my guys…I still don't think she's ok…' He grabbed his mask and put it on, he felt calmer but not enough to ignore the current situation. His eyes sharpened and focused on the terrain of the wasteland ahead, thoughts raced across his mind. He started up the engine of the rig and bid farewell to his bike in the distance, he glanced behind his shoulder checking the girl's condition and he slowly accelerated taking to account his passenger inside.
His ability was in full effect, the wasteland posing no problem to his vehicle, the surroundings were quickly moving past the vehicle as if he was driving on a road instead of a wasteland. It took him less then half the time to arrive back then it was to leave.
As the rig approached the camp, the men faced the incoming vehicle. Some of the men in the encampment raised their rifles at the incoming rig but a large man knocked one down and yelled at the others, the men lowered their rifles and waited for the rig to arrive.
The rig slowly decelerated and reached the group and the driver door burst open, revealing their leader with his mask on.
The men were surprised to see their leader so angry, his eyes darting around trying to search. They were even more surprised to hear him clearly yell, behind his mask. "GET THE MEDICAL TEAM HERE!" The men soon scattered, recognizing that this was an emergency from the panic in their leader's voice, men woke up men from their slumber and some gathered the medical supplies while a few stood there in fear.
"What happened? Did you get hurt?" The large man rushed over assessing the condition of his boss.
"No! I just don't want IT to happen AGAIN!" The leader had a look so fierce it crushed anyone's plan of speaking to him, save for the large man.
"I understand…just one right?" The leader just nodded as the man finished his words.
"Do you mind bringing him out so we can save him?" The man soon left when he saw his boss nod and head toward the rig.
The man spoke to the scrambling men "You all know what happened in the last raid?" The men winced at these words and calmed down. "The boss just wants to save those he could not and now he was given a chance. Lets move! Get the tent ready and the medicine ready! We don't know what to expect!" The men hastily constructed a tent with a bed made from the cushions of one of the transport trucks.
The large man entered the tent and greeted the people inside, they were an assortment of people from different areas but none too complicated. They knew how to set bones, cure infections and perform minor surgery.
"I've never seen him that panicked since the last raid, and you know I will supervise this to see that all goes well." The men in the tent nodded grimly and prepared what they might need.
As the teen approached the rig he felt a knot forming in his stomach 'I'm not going to lose her!' he gripped his stomach and headed toward the rear doors of the rig. When he opened up to see the girl still sleeping he felt the knot disappear and proceeded to get her.
"What the…" One man said.
"Whoa…no wonder" Another man said.
The volume outside the tent was rising and the large man inside started to walk toward the entrance before a figure burst from the flaps of the entrance. There were surprised reactions among the 'medics' as their leader walked in carrying a girl bridal style into the tent. Their leader quickly spotted the makeshift bed and placed her on it pulling a blanket over her until her shoulders.
One of the men, the bone-setter, said, "she looks perfectly fine! Whats the prob with her?" These words earned him a glare from his leader, which quickly shut him up.
"…Malnutrition, dehydration, and a fever…" muttered the surgeon "We can easily help with the first two but the second…" he continued.
"We also don't have the proper medicine for sicknesses…just a little anesthesia for surgery" said the man who knew infections and sicknesses, he also added "I just think that it is a regular sickness…there must have been something which made it seem worse…leader, what else did you see?"
"I think what I saw was just the combination, she had gotten sick and must've had a nightmare." The teen said sighing deeply and then dropping to the ground…unconscious.
"Is he injured too?" said the surprised surgeon.
"Nope…he just spent all his energy trying to save someone…lets get a second bed up in here," the large man said as he propped up his boss in an upright position against one tent pole.
The four men left the tent and went to explain to the men outside what happened, they all tensed up when they heard that he fell unconscious but soon relaxed as they heard the large man's explanation. Men brought a hastily made bed for their leader and positioned the bed across from the girl's. They left the large man to toss their leader into the bed "That was for making all of us worry…" said the man as he left with the others in the tent.
A/N Still having slight difficulty with the characters. Also, forgive me if I'm being too descriptive (I love details, that's why.)