About 10 minutes later...
Well, that was an experience. I picked up the tools, put them back in the first aid kit and checked Sam. Putting my hand on her's, I felt a steady pulse. It seems I was successful, but she won't be using that arm for a week at least. I looked at her face. She actually looked peaceful, sleeping soundly. I sat back in the couch and saw the worried faces of the group. Her father held her head in his hand. ''Is-Is she going to make it?'' This girl was obviously a fighter, I think that's the thing that drew me to her in the first place. Even when I could see the indecision in her eyes and the shaking in her hands when she aimed the pistol at me, I knew she would've shot me if I tried anything. I couldn't believe I was actually falling for a girl I just met and performed impromptu surgery on. What the fuck am I talking about? She would never feel the same, especially after the shit I pulled that got her shot. Man, this guy must be pretty confused as to why I'm just sitting here not saying anything.
''Well, the bleeding stopped, she's got a pulse and with what she's been through, I'm sure she'll be fine.'' The man looked at me in confusion. ''You come in my house with my daughter half dead, and the other half is outside my gate right now setting off my traps, so how bout we start by you telling me your nam-'' The kid, Alex, spoke up. ''Hey...Where's Greg?'' The entire family perked up at this, just now realizing he wasn't there. ''I'm...Sorry. He took a bullet for Sam.'' The room was dead silent for about 5 seconds before the two kids started to cry. ''Who shot my son? WHO SHOT MY SON?!'' Well, now what should I do? Zachary was still alive, and I have no regrets for that. There are people who deserve to die and people who will be the one to make them. Zachary didn't fall into either category. ''The man who shot him is the same one who shot Sam. We'll find him. You can have my word on that.'' Hell, we probably wouldn't need to. Randall's an asshole but he's not stupid. He should be here soon. ''I'm gonna take care of the kids. We're gonna talk later.'' And with that, he brought the kids upstairs. The woman who helped me with the surgery was still there though. ''Do you have anywhere we can put her?''
She stood up and spoke, ''Yeah. Can you carry her?'' I slung Samantha's right arm around my shoulder and carried her bridal story into the room the woman led me to. ''My name is Paige by the way. Sorry about, you know, almost shooting you...'' Little late for that but whatever. ''That's fine. I just hope Sam pulls through...'' I thought about it for a second. Why am I getting attached again? When the outbreak started, there was a girl. My sister actually. When the world fell, I swore on my grave that she wouldn't fall with it. I was always a tough kid. I boxed, went to the firing range and was just a good soldier in general. I was gonna enlist but...Nam wasn't a problem now, was it? One day, I came back from scavenging, and opened the door to my safe house which was home to my sister and I. But we weren't the only ones there.
''Come on you whore!'' I looked in the direction that sound came from, and immediately heard what sounded like skin slapping against skin. I took out my revolver and opened the door to my sister's room. I was greeted to the sight of two fat fucks standing over my sister's bed and roughly pulling at her hair and trying to pick her up. Those fat fucks had weapons though, and they were big ones. Two shotguns and a 9 millimeter. I silently walked over to the one closest to me, grabbed him by the collar and pulled him away from my sister. Two things happened at the same time. I aimed my pistol at the second one and fired, dropping him instantly. The one I had grabbed and swung his arms up trying to grab my gun and managed to fire his own weapon in his hand. It didn't hit me, though, if it did, I wouldn't be as cynical as I am now. It changed something in me. I feel more cool in bad situations. My humor is a lot dryer than before and I think it's because after what happened next, I just really don't give a shit anymore. I instinctively moved his hand down, and the bullet fired... Right into the top of my sister's collar bone. I knew she was dead instantly. ''Fuck! Let me go man!'' I blamed myself for that, but I had a problem to deal with. I kicked out his shin and he fell to his knees. Nothing was said besides his pleads for his life as I aimed the gu-
''Hey! You still with me?'' Damn, how long was that monologue? ''Sorry, what did you say?'' I asked. She looked at me suspiciously. ''How did you meet Sam?" I told her about the boat, the signal, the mob jack and getting captured. I left out Greg's death. ''Wow. You put yourself through a lot for my friend...'' Hell is she getting at? ''I guess I did...'' ''Yep...'' Oh, I see. ''Hey, I-'' ''Greg!'' Paige and I looked at each other, both very confused. ''Greg where are you!?'' This really can't be good...
Used this chapter to provide some backstory to the oc and why he's a cynical smart ass. Sorry if it's badly written, this is my first story. The last two paragraphs are my least favorite of this entire story.