No More Undead Pt. 3 (Final)

Apocalypse journal entry #118

Dr. Dimitri Tanner Matthews

The Men in the trucks just pass on by, without even noticing us. Chris starts to yell, but Scarlett slaps him across the face. That was enough to get one guys attention. He pointed at us and started firing. "Get down!" I say as I dove for cover. We all made it back inside. I took a peak outside and saw that they were driving away. They could care less if we were dead. And just like that,*SNAP*, they were gone. "Dimitri," I heard Scarlett whimper sheepishly. I turn around and see her hand clutching her stomach. Behind her her hand is an increasingly large crimson colored circle. "Oh shit, no, no no no no no, NO! Alex, go get my medical supplies from my closet...HURRY! Scarlett, just keep looking at me, just keep looking, don't close your eyes. ALEX HURRY! Oh please, no please, no no no. Stop closing your eyes, yeah, atta girl, keep `em wide open," "Dimitri, quite your worrying, I'll be fii-" she passes out. "FUCK," I say while checking her pulse. Its slow, but at least she's alive. Alex is here with my supplies. I start digging out the bullet. We are lucky that it missed her arteries. Finally, it's out. Shit, it is an AK bullet. Okay, now, clog the wound. Okay great. Now the bleeding has stopped. Patch it up, and all done. Now, check her pulse one last time. It's increased, that's great. I check my watch and it reads 12:41PM. Lunch time. Chris goes to our stock, then we hear him say "Uuuhhh, Houston...we have a problem. We only have enough food to last 4 more meals." he says. "Well, that means we have to leave after lunch tomorrow." I say. "Shit, this is a bunch of bullshit, who's been sneaking food." says Alex. We all then look at Scarlett whom is just recovering...