Fight
"Get down!" I yelled to Stephanie and Tom. We ducked our heads as the bullet came flying through the window; showering us with broken glass. Just seconds later another bullet came through Stephanie's window.
"Hang on I'm gonna ram him!" I yelled as the air came rushing in through the newly created holes in the cab. I turned sharply to my left. The sound was horrendous as the sound of metal scrapping on metal filled the air. I held the wheel tight as he tried to push me back. I turned sharply to my right and rammed the other car. I must have caught him off guard because he swerved to his right and slammed into an abandoned car. We heard a large boom and assumed that his car had exploded.
"One down, three to go," Stephanie said into the walkie-talkie. The car to my left was still next to us, however. He swerved to his left then came slamming back towards us. I slammed on my brakes. He kept going and passed harmlessly in front of us. Well, harmlessly to us. Stephanie had been waiting for him. She pulled out a shotgun and fired at the cars wheels. She missed and hit the engine of the car. Just like in all the movies, the car exploded.
Then the other cars seemed to disappear. They fell back and we sped away at full speed.
"Guys, I'm hit," David called over the two-way radios.
"Okay, pull over and we'll fix you up," I said back to him. We slowed down then stopped right in the middle of the road. I ran over to David's car and swung the door open. He had his hand pressed hard against his leg; his jeans were stained red with his blood.
"Get the gurney," I yelled. We had taken one at a hospital we raided on the way. Melanie came running over with it after she pulled it out of the trailer. The others followed behind her, even Tom.
"Okay, let's get him to the trailer," Stephanie said, "it will be easier to operate on him with the supplies right there."
"Operate!" David screamed in shock.
"No, I'm just kidding, it's a 'thru n thru'," Stephanie said.
"Wha… what does that mean?" David asked.
"It means the bullet went through your leg and then out. If the bullet were still in there we would have to get it out," Stephanie announced, "we're just going to rap your leg to stop the bleeding and give you some pain killers. But first, can you wiggle your toes for me?" He did which was good. That meant that his bone wasn't broke. The bullet had amazingly missed the major arteries and the bone. He was patched up in minutes thanks to Dr. Brooks. We were on our way in no time. The thing that worried me most though, was that we were already being attacked and we weren't even to our destination.