Well fuck me
The blonde didn’t hesitate and immediately opened fire, and then shouted.
“You treacherous bastards, come and get me.”
Then, I heard the sound of laser fire coming from behind me. Myself and Tabitha ran behind some cargo boxes for cover, trying to keep our heads down. A barrage of fire then came from the other direction in response.
A squeal of pain.
Tabitha popped her head up.
“It’s Leanne,” she whispered with a frown, “she’s been shot in the leg. Looks pretty bad.”
I nodded wondering if there was anything we should do.
Then Tabitha made a run for her.
What’s she doing doing?
I peeked to see her struggling to pull Leanne to our position.
Damn it
I leaped up and helped pull her behind the cover. Leanne was sobbing.
Tabitha took charge, while I looked on in dismay wondering why we were helping a stranger.
“It’s okay, Leanne. You are going to be alright. It’s just a laser wound.”
She then pressed down on it with her hands, but blood gurgled in between her fingers.
Wide-eyed she looked at me.
I took off my shirt, and tightly tied it around her injured leg knowing that her life depended on it. The firing continued, and distant roars of pain ran out.
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