I ran through the brush and flourishing earth, my wounded leg sending shocks of pain throughout my body with every step I took. Yet I forced myself to stumble through the dense brush and never-ending trees. I made myself put one foot in front of the other, my legs getting weaker and weaker with every step. I was stumbling through the forest, my lungs struggling to keep up with my body's demand for oxygen. My mouth was dry as I had been panting for what felt like hours now. Some chains were still left shackled to my ankles and wrists, that were annoyingly loud. I eventually came across another log, there was no other quick way around it than over it. Attempting to step over the log, my right leg gave out. I tripped over it and went tumbling down to the ground. The gaping b*llet wounds in my right leg rendered my leg nearly useless. It had reached its breaking point, I had reached my breaking point. The moment my leg hit the ground, wave after wave of excruciating pain tore through my body. I couldn’t help the loud groan that escaped my lips as I lay on the plush earth. “Hey! Noises to your six!” The gutteral voice of a man came from behind me. I panicked, if I got caught I be brought back to that cold, dark and dingy room. I struggled to prop myself up on my elbows, feet slipping on the moist ground as I attempted to stand. The more pressure I put on my wounds, the more I wanted to give up. Finally standing, I limped to a nearby tree. Tears started to slowly roll down my face as I pushed myself against the tree, facing away from the way of my captors. The rough bark of the tree sent small stinging shocks throughout my limbs and back. My breathing was heavy and uneven. It was getting harder to see even with the growing moonlight. Reaching down to my right leg, I grazed over my entire leg. Each time my hand came in contact with a bull@t wound, my leg spasmed slightly. I knew I was bleeding out and I knew I didn’t have much time left if I didn’t patch myself up. My leg was almost completely covered in the dark red liquid, along with mud and g*npowder. With shaky hands I reached for the hem of my grey and torn tank top. Gripping the hem, I ripped a long strand of the tank top off. Slowly, I wrapped the cloth tightly around the top of my thigh in an attempt to lessen the blood flow. As I tightened it, I could hear the heavy footsteps of the soldiers coming closer. I shakily tied the cloth, gritting my teeth in the process to keep myself from screaming. “Sir, over here!” A voice shouted and the bright light of a flashlight was shined on the backside of the tree. Wincing from the light, I fumbled to start running again. “Get her!” Another voice shouted as I started stumbling through the forest. I dragged my foot on the ground and was practically hopping. As I attempted to hop over another log, I realized that on the other side of the log, was a drop-off. I didn’t realize it fast enough as I felt myself fall over the edge, the rough bark of the tree grazing the flesh of my thighs as I tried to grab onto it. I knew I wouldn’t be running after this. As I tumbled down the hill, my vision became blurry and my brain started to feel hazy. My flesh was getting torn even more as the sticks and rocks peeking out from the ground dug into my body. I felt my vision disappear, the world going black. I woke up to shouting, vison still blurry, my mind numb from the pain and the familar feeling of forest below me. I groaned, wincing from the light coming from the flashlights around me. I frantically propped myself up on my elbows. I felt groggy, my eyes drooping and my breathing was still heavy and ragged. My surroundings were somewhat familiar, the grass beneath me had been flattened, I had probably been laying here for a while. I looked up to my left to see the drop I had fallen down, what Im assuming was my bl00d splattered on the ground. Something I also noticed, however, was several limp b0dies laying in the grass around me. The tattoos that they adorned let me know that they were the people that had been chasing me. They had dawned st@b wounds among others, and it was clear they had put up a fight as the ground around had dark red splatters all over with the ground being torn up. The ringing in my ears had slowly subsided as I heard familar voices. “Hey, hey. Fi, its okay.” The voice of an old friend came through the haze my mind was in. I looked up to see his tarnished face and glinting brown eyes as he was starting to kneel down to speak to me better. He held a spear in one hand and was reaching for my shoulder with the other. His long blonde hair had been tied into a manbun, his signature. The brown, torn and bl00died tank top he wore was clinging to him, large black boots and cargo pants beneath him. “Hey there Fi, you broken?” He tried to say with a smile, a mask hanging from one of his ears. My throat hurt, my eyes hurt, everything hurt yet I still forced myself to speak.
“Of course I’m broken.” I replied with a raspy voice, I always replied to his sarcasm, as I soon realized who exactly was speaking to me. But I soon began to cough afterward. The coughs got more v1olent and I soon realized that my lips were getting wet, and a dark red liquid was starting to appear on the grass. “Well dam. Let's get you fixed up, yeah?” Fitz spoke. He stood back up, looking at the others around me, waving his hand as he did so. Soon, I felt a pair of hands flipping me over onto my back, revealing the night sky above. I looked at the stars above, moon still hanging high in the sky. Then, I felt a strong arm reach under my knees, the other reaching under my neck, picking me up. I was tucked into the chest of another man. I couldnt help but look up at his face, looking at the black mask he and the others wore. His hair was short and brown, face dirtied like all of ours, and a tight long sleeved shirt clutching his very defined muscles. My arms were dangling to the side, head laying back as well. The man turned to face a large armourd truck, spikes and fences covering it. A modified truck, very common. He started walking with me in his arms, the familar crest of the clan spraypainted onto the truck. The grass crunching underneath the mans heavy footsteps. Two other men opened the doors to the back of the truck, an orange light flooding my sight. Inside the truck were benches lining the walls, a blanket on one of them and a lighbulb hanging from the celing. There was also a woman inside, she wore no mask, a tattoo still on her exposed shoulder. She wore glasses that enlarged her deep green eyes. Her hair tied up in a bun, a messy purple tanktop covering her torso. She reached out for me, and the man passed me onto her. I felt the difference in strengh as she strggled to carry me to the back of the truck. I was laid down on a fluffy blanket that sat atop a bench. The ceiling of the truck still green, showing the military origins of the truck. Shouting was stil loccuring from outside the truck, I couldn’t bother to make sense of the things they were saying. The truck began to rattle as Fitz and another man climbed into the truck. I looked over, craning my sore neck to see the doors slam shut, Fitz’s spear was now laying against the dirty metal floor. The other man set a r1fle down next to him, as they both removed their masks. My attention was soon turned back to the woman as I watched her grab a medical kit, the large crusted red cross saying so. She opened it, her hands shaking as she rushed to grab things from the box. Fitz noticed, and Fitz being Fitz, he said: “Hey, calm down, you want me to help? I’d rather have her not dead and you not messing up.” He spoke as he placed his muddy hand on the womans clean and ivory hands. “I’m okay. I’m okay.” She repeated, closing her eyes and breathing slowly.“Alright come on.” Fitz got up and kneeled next to the bench I was on, grabbing the med kit from the woman. “Alright Fi, Im gonna need to see that leg.” He said, grabbing bandages and a syr!nge from the box. “O-okay.” I replied, looking back up at the ceiling, pushing my right leg closer to the edge of the bench. I felt the ripped fabric of my pants begging rolled up to the top of my thigh. I heard the winces of the others, assuming my leg was really that bad. “Okay…well…You’re certainly broken.” Fitz mumbled, grabbing my thigh and using the n33dle. The pain was numbing yet I lifted up my head and looked down at the horrible sight that was my leg. B*llet h0les and torn up flesh were all that I could see, covering the entirety of my leg. I laid my head back down as Fitz and the Woman started to work on keeping me from bl33ding out. “Bl00dy h3ll, what happened Fi?” Fitz said with a chuckle. I thought for a second on how exactly to explain it, and If I really trusted him enough to tell him everything. “Well, I tripped and couldn’t crawl to cover fast enough. My leg was sticking out and they clearly tore it up.” I struggled to speak, my lungs struggling to rise and fall. We sat in silence for a moment as he fiddled with some medical supplies. “They just wanted you that bad, huh?” “Yup.” I said with a strained voice, wincing as Fitz did something to my leg. “Ah!” I yelped the moment he touched one of the gaping wounds. “Its okay, Its okay.” FItz tried to calm me. I wrenched my eyes shut as I felt even more pain drown out my senses. “Commander, shes starting to black.” The man spoke, without missing a beat. He could tell before I could. My strength was flowing out of my body even faster now, the strength to stay awake was leaving me too. “Fi, I cant have you goin’ out on me now. Stay awake f’me.” Fitz tried to keep me awake. But it was slwoly getting more difficult to keep my eyes open. I had gonenumb, given up, as I slowly drifted into unconsciousness once more. (I had too much, I hope this is good enough)
