Chapter 36

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Another chapter, cuz I'm sick and my schedule has been cleared up.]

Meanwhile, in the woods...

After who knows how long, I wake up in the mud. Looking to my right, I see my rifle next to me. Thankfully it didn't fall far from me.

Fucking Shane...I'm gonna kill him once I get back.

Suddenly, as I try to get up, unbearable pain shots throughout my body. "ARGH!!!"

I look down, only to see a huge tree branch sticking through my body.

"...No. No fucking way." I say in disbelief as my eyes shake, looking down. The branch is bloody, I can also see some of my clothes and skin hanging from it.

It...it doesn't seem like my organs are injured...I fucking hope so....

My breaths start to become shaky, and my hands are starting to shake as well. My right hand unconsciously move toward the branch and squeeze it, though I don't move it.

"F-fuck...." I sigh, and lay my head back down. "T-this is almost the s-same as t-the R-Rick situation...except I c-can't fucking p-pull myself off of this shit...!"

I try to push myself up, trying to stand up, but then another problem hits me. I can't move my fucking left leg.

"Damn it!" I curse under my breath. "W-what do I do?" I ask myself as my fists clench.

After laying about for a few minutes, I start to become helpless, and put my face in my hands. "What..the-the fuck...?"

"I bet that it's already fucking infected...I can also feel the wound on the back of my head is full of dirt." I mutter to myself. "I'm gonna get sick as fuck."

I think, again, then I remember my walkie talkie. With some difficulty, I reach to my waist, and search for the communication device.

I feel it in my hand, and bring it up to eye view...Of course...it's fucking broken from the fall. I throw it away in anger, and sigh.

"Damn it...I can't even think right now...It hurts so much. How did even Rick think about anything in that situation?"

...

After a while, I started to become dizzy, and don't even knowing what I was doing. I just started to rap in myself.

[Sleepy Hallow x Sheff G - Tip Toe]

"Birkin bag on her back and she frontin'

Birkin bag in the back and she cap a lot

I do drugs, I trap a lot

Bad bitch, fat ass and she laugh a lot 

She be in the club, shake ass a lot

Don't send the addy 'cause we got the drop

Came from the bottom, now we at the top

Whoa, huh, what, ha, I put my thumb in her, uh"

I stop at that moment, a smile comes to my face. "I wonder if she's worried about me.", I say as I wonder about Carley, then Maya.

Then I continue, "I just been running it up

I'm like a stitch in the cut, yuh

Bro got a pound of the Runtz

And we smokin', not baggin' it up, yuh

Whoa, huh, she stepped in the room with no clothes

Told her lean back, Fat Joe..."

I close my eyes for a few seconds before opening it again. "Damn, I miss Sleepy's music."

Suddenly I hear rustling near me. Dizzy, I grab the rifle quickly, and point it toward the noise.

A few seconds later, I see man come out from the trees, with his hands in the air. He looks down at my stomach, and winces without realizing.

After the man, a woman, then a little girl comes as well. Both girls gasped in shock seeing me.

"What do you w-want- ugh..." I want to ask them the question I wanted, but the pain made me pause.

"W-we could help...we have a little community, not far." The woman says with her hands up in the air, while hiding her daughter, I mean probably her daughter, behind her.

"W-why...?"

At my question, they can't say anything in reply. "...fuck! Fine. Help me." I say as I put down my rifle. I need to get home; and...I really fucking need any help I can get.

The man and the woman slowly approach me, carefully avoiding the branch sticking through my body. The man reaches out his hand to help me up, and with a grunt of pain, I manage to stand up with his support.

They lead me through the woods towards their community, the little girl staying close by my side and looking up at me with wide eyes. "H-how o-old are you?" I ask her.

She stays quiet for a few moments, and when I think that she won't answer, she does. "Eight."

"Ugh...I h-have a daughter...around y-your age." I say with a weak smile. "Her n-name is Maya."

"You have a kid?" The woman asks.

"W-well...argh...adopted." I say.

As we approach the community, I see a small settlement of makeshift houses and tents. People stare at me as we pass by, some with curiosity and others with suspicion. I can feel their eyes on me, judging me for being an outsider.

The woman leads me to a small medical tent, where a doctor examines my injuries. He grimaces at the sight of the branch through my body, but he quickly gets to work removing it and cleaning the wound.

The doctor looks familiar, but honestly, I can barely see.

"UGH..." I groan in pain. The doctor works quickly and efficiently, and soon the branch is out and bandaged up. He gives me some antibiotics for infection and painkillers for the pain.

As I lay back on the cot, exhausted and relieved that the worst is over. "Thanks." I tell the doctor and woman who helped me get here.

She smiles softly, "You're welcome. We may not have much, but we help out those in need. You're safe here now."