She sat down on a crate, looking at him.
He shook the alcohol,
"This is gonna burn a bit- try not to yell.."
He pours some alcohol on the wound, then tying the top of the wound with the fabric to stop the bleeding.
"Ow ow ow-"
A tear fell out her eye- IT HURT.
"Sh sh shh- It's okay.. Don't worry."
He places a hand on her cheek, wiping off her tear with his thumb. With a smirk on his face.
"A-Alright- It just- really hurts.."
He got up from his knees, and checks the closet, for which had a 9mm, and a assault rifle..
"Oh, at least we have something to protect our selves with, you use a gun before?"
The pistol in hand, he places it in your hand
"Yeah..two times.."
"Good, you'll need that then."
He tosses you a couple of clips for the gun. Getting his own for the assault rifle.
"Uhhh-"
She looks at the pistol, she wasn't that experienced..
"Whenever you see one of those "things". Pull the trigger. Alright?"
