"Uhhh-"
She looks at the pistol, she wasn't that experienced..
"Whenever you see one of those "things". Pull the trigger. Alright?"
"Okay.."
"Damn, my leg hur-"
He looks down, a piece of sharp metal entered his leg..
"Oh god- Um-"
He takes a breath, closes his eyes and pulls it out. He wails in pain.
"Agh!"
"OH GOD-"
He grabs the pocket knife from his pants. Cutting a piece of his shirt to cover up the wound.
She looked away, she HATED blood.
"It's okay now.."
