Snippet #2388715

The Apartment- Lower Manhattan

This woman was acting wild as soon as she'd woken up, batting her arms and acting insane. "Shh," I say, repeating it dozens of times before she'd finally hunkered down. "Jesus Christ, I'm not trying to hurt you. But there are bad people around Manhattan, so you need to be quiet for me. I swear you won't get hurt, just try and stay still while I work on your leg... pretty grizzly cut for being one at that." Giving a final loop through her leg, I utilize my knife once more and gently cut the thread away. The bandages lying beside her are partially soaked, but good enough for usage still. After being wrapped, the bandage covers a good portion of the gash which has now stopped bleeding...but the woman watches with strange eyes as if I'm a raider.

Be kind to her, Bud would do the same. "Your leg is sanitized so I'd suggest not walking on it for a while... are you hungry?" After asking this, I recline on the kitchen counter and ready my shotgun at the window just in case of intruders.