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It was a dim morning, black clouds rolling in the sky sending a dull glow down onto the barren wasteland where the armoured truck was driving over the dusty trail. They were nearing their objective, and thus were preparing themselves.
"Are you okay Mila?" Max asked yet again, causing Mila to nudge him with her elbow, her face staring straight forward.
"Stop asking Max. I-I'm fine. I just got to get used to it, don't I?" Mila said. "It should be easier when I'm outside, because I can practice more."
"Fair enough." Max slumped his shoulders, and glanced out of the window. He suddenly moved forward, his nose pressed against the glass. 'What's that?' Max thought, seeing the two things sprawled on the floor. 'It's almost like...' "William!" Max called out. "Stop the truck!"
"What? Why?" William asked, turning back from his seat.
"People! Human's!" Max called out, but the truck didn't stop. "William!"
"They are most likely dead." William said dryly.
"You don't know that!" Max exclaimed. "Besides, we haven't seen ANY human bodies recently, they are the only ones. It's at least worthy to check, right?"
"Fine." William said, not stopping. "Go. Check on them, and then come back here. I'm not stopping."
Max shook his head, but knew he'd be able to make it. "Fine." Max climbed up the turret hole, and slid off the truck, onto the dusty trail. Using his speed, in a matter of seconds he was by the figures, who he saw now were woman. "Hello? Hey, can you hear me?"
No response.
Max leant down and pressed a finger to the brown-haired girls neck, and waited.
A pulse.
Max quickly checked the other woman's pulse, which was again there. "Oh thank god." Max muttered, before lifting one of the women, but suddenly encountered a problem. 'How will I get them? I can't speed with this wait; I'm not ready for it... fuck...'
Max carefully put the woman down before thinking. "What can I do..." he muttered, not noticing a shadow appearing behind him. Suddenly, something smashed him on the back of the head, and he fell to the floor, blood sliding from his scalp. Two mutants appeared, one grabbing both woman and lugging them over his shoulder, the other grabbing Max and lifting him up.
"Wha..." Max groggily muttered, opening his eyes to find himself face to face with one hell of an ugly mutant. "what?"
The mutant slammed its head into Max's, causing Max to groan in pain. The mutant then bit straight into his ear, and ripped it straight off. Max yelled in pain, being dropped to the ground, blood pouring from his ear... or at least where it used to be. He tried to get to his feet, but the mutant kicked out, slamming its foot into Max's gut. Max rolled sideways, and tried to get a good look at the mutant.
He had tumour like growths all over his face and body, grinning viscously.
"Wh-who... what... a-are you?" Max asked as a stream of blood dripped from his face.
"I... Letch..." at that the mutant, Letch, grabbed Max by his arm and lifted him up. Max gasped in pain as all his weight was supported by his one arm. Letch brought a knife from his grimy pocket, and licked it, before stabbing it hard into Max's belly. Max fell to the floor, coughing up blood, before Letch stabbed Max in the spine with the knife. Max cried out in pain as his nerves were cut, but Letch plunged the already blood-stained knife into the back of Max's neck. Max gurgled slightly, attempting to get up, but unable to.
Letch's eyes suddenly widened in madness, and he stabbed the knife into the back of Max's head, one, twice, multiple times. Blood splattered Letch's face even as Max was already dead. Soon enough, Max was unrecognisable, and Letch finally stopped, breathing hard. He licked the blood off of the knife, before sheathing it and picking up Max's corpse and throwing it over his shoulder, blood staining the desert floor, dripping from the corpse.
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Mila suddenly shivered, crossing her arms over her chest, and a sense of panic overcame her. "Max! W-where's Max! He should be back! Why isn't he back!"
"It's fine." William said. "He's probably just checking on those human's. "
"No... Something's happened... I can feel it..." Mila said, shaking her bandaged head. "Turn back! Turn back now!"
"We're nearly there. We can't turn back now Mila. Don't worry, Max is fin-"
"No. Something's wrong."
Everyone turned to Tally, who was holding her head as if having a session of intense thinking.
"What the hell you talking about?" Trent asked, inspecting his nails.
"I can... sense all of you, but I tend to block it all out. Max... I could faintly sense him... but now... now I can't feel him..." Tally explained.
Mila's throat suddenly constricted, her chest tightening. "M-Max! You don't mean... he's not... William! Go back now!" Mila cried out, actually lunging forward blindly, managing to get her hands on William. William turned to her irritably.
"Get off me woman!" He said harshly, but Mila crawled forward, and grasped where she thought the steering wheel was, and turned it.
The truck screeched and skidded sideways across the desert floor.
"STOP THE TRUCK! WILLIAM!" Mila screamed, distraught, before suddenly her eyes rolled into the back of the head. Everything was eerily silent, the truck now stopped.
"Mila?" Leslie asked as everyone in the back looked on her in confusion. "Mila? Can you hear me?"
Suddenly, the truck was wrenched in two as Mila lost control. Metal screeched against metal as the two parts were thrown sideways, the back landing on its roof while Leslie, Mila and William were flung forward, smashing against the ground and rolling along. Bit's of rock burst from the ground as Mila held her head in pain and swirled around her.
Leslie crawled from the wreckage of the front of the truck, and stared at Mila, who was now surrounding by spinning rocks and dust. "Mila? MILA!" Leslie ran forward, but was buffeted backwards, his back landing hard onto the metal chassis of the truck. He slid down, holding his back in pain.
Suddenly William lurched forward, his feet digging into the ground, but then burst forward and tackled Mila to the floor. Mila's head bounced against the ground and the rocks and dust fell to the floor. William and Leslie stood up, and looked over to the other part of the truck, where people were starting to move.
Leslie jogged over. "Is everyone okay?"
"What the hell was the crazy bitch doing!" Conner demanded, standing up and wiping a bit of blood of his face.
"I agree!" Trent exclaimed, standing next to Conner glaring at the unconscious Mila. "She can't just go fucking mental like that!
Leslie shook his head and looked to the wreckage, where Alex was unmoving, Tally was groaning, holding her palm over her eye, and Riley was massaging her right leg. "Where's Zeke and Rain?"
"Here." Zeke's voice appeared from behind the wreckage. Leslie quickly came over and gasped. Zeke was holding an injured Rain, a large gash across her belly, blood seeping down. "She must have got it on one of the sharp pieces of the rip."
Rain face was pale, and was screwed up in pain. "Stop... the bleeding..."
Leslie nodded, and slowly rolled Rain's top up, revealing the full extent of the injury. The skin was torn and shredded, and the fat and muscle was also ripped, the wound filled with blood. Leslie shook his head and turned to Zeke. "Find the medical kit. It's here somewhere." Leslie took off his shirt and bunched it up against the wound, hoping to staunch the flow of blood, but soon enough the white fabric was stained.
Rain smiled slightly, her hair hitting the dusty ground. "I... want to go... "
"Don't be stupid!" Zeke suddenly said, shaking his head at Leslie indicating he couldn't find it. "Don't you dare give up." Zeke crouched down next to Rain as she smiled again.
"I-It's fine... really... it is... I always... d-doubted I'd survive." Rain said, as blood grew in a puddle around her, staining Leslie's trousers.
"You'll survive!" Zeke said, his eyes staring into Rain's own. "You just need to hang on! Can you hang on for me Rain?"
As if on cue, the looming black cloud suddenly caused rain to fall, splashing against the ground and washing the blood from the floor. All too soon in the torrent of rain, Zeke's hair was plastered to his face as he hunched over Rain to stop her from getting completly wet.
"I can't... even... control this..." Rain said, feebly trying to control the water.
"So! Hang on for me, Rain... just hang on!" Zeke demanded, making sure Rain didn't close her eyes as rain thundered around them.
"I-I just... want to go to sleep..." At that, Rain slumped, her eyes shutting once and for all.
"Damn it..." Zeke stayed hunched over Rain, but hit his fists on the ground in frustration. "It wasn't even an enemy and she... she died! Just like that!"
Leslie put his hand on Zeke's shoulder. "Hey... come on..."
"No... I'll stay here until its stops raining. I can only give her that much." Zeke said, and true to his words, he stayed there, not letting any water touch Rain's face.
(Yes. You just read that right, I just killed off two characters. What will Mila feel about, technically, causing Rain's death, and what will she do when she wakes up? And poor poor Max, only wanting to save the two woman. Well... will Letch get what's coming to him?
R.I.P: Max Abernathy & Rain Orlando
See you next time!)