Amy did her best to stay awake, biting her tongue till she tasted blood, she put up a fight. The survivors ran from the machines, the green-eyed man far in front of the rest. It was a few moments till they found an old church. They kicked open the doors, rushing in, they placed Amy on the altar. Lifting her shirt just enough to get to her wound. A run of his hand over her wound, the guy noticed it was deep.
Turning to the others the guy said "Look through the rooms, see if you can find water, cloths, gloves and a towel."
"She doesn't have long." He added.
A quick scouting in every direction brought back towels, water but nothing else.
Washing his hands in a little water, the guy proceeded to stick his hand in her wound, slowly at first then he reached in and eased out the bullet. Immediately, the blood flowed and he stuck in the towel, applying pressure. Amy gasped for air, going into shock. A quick slap to the face, brought her back.
"Stay with me Amy, stay here. Talk to me."
Turning her head toward him, " Hi."
Smiling back, "Hi."
The towel had soaked up most of the blood. Sewing was the hardest. The thread was thin and did not have much supply.
When the job was done, the man walked away and sat down against a wall. Amy and most of the others fell asleep. The brown-haired, green-eyed man signed, looking around the room. "Well, Mom I'm safe for now and part of my destiny complete."
In the morning, the people left the church in search of permenant safety. Walking cautiously along, Amy dragging at the end. The walk took long and all the while not one machine came out.
That didn't ease their nerves but it was noted. They had to stop quite often for Amy to rest. After the fourth or fifth time the man just carried her.
An hour later they had reached City Hall or where it had been. A public place would be a good hide out and other people would come. Disappointingly looking over the debris, they found a hole and a staircase. Easing themselves down it, alert at every sound, they found the tunnels empty. The place had beds and water. They found their Sanctuary.
Over the next few days, they had calmed down and relaxed. The man had watched over Amy quite carefully asleep and awake. They had spent time together. He had found out her old life and she learned his name, John Connor.
Once Amy had healed, it was decided that they would return and help free the others from the camp.