The soilders were soon either dead or had fled the scene. The clearing they had been fighting in, was lined with corpses of military men, all in their uniforms, and their blood spilling out onto the ground. It was o the point, where most civilians would have thrown up from the stench of blood alone. Quickdraw paid this no heed as he waltzed to bodies, picking them clean of any ammunition, weapons, or anything useful. He haired to have to steal from the dead but some things had to be done. Whether he liked it or not, he was in too deep.
He recovered backpacks with some supplies, like MRE’s, emergency blankets, and bandages. He slung the bags over his shoulders and marched towards the others, who had bundled up with a soilder. However he had said he was a meta and was helping, so no point in killing him.
He dropped the bags beside the girl, Ashley and the boy, Dasken, said gruffly. “Here’s some medical supplies and food.” Then he loaded a rifle and made his way back into he woods to review their situation.
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Kevin had been shot in the thigh and it stung like hell. He dragged himself forward across the dirt until he hit the clearing. He rolled out for the bushed, clutching his bloody leg, almost running into a young girl patrolling the area.
