User blog:Redknight910/WWYD ZA Harpy SpyCrab

I lower my gun, telling her its okay. I've had to patch myself up from a few close escapes, so I offer her a spot in the tent, where I've got my medical supplies.

"P-please. Yes please." She whimpers, still shaking like mad. I put one of her wings over my shoulders and lead her inside. I start by bandaging and dealing with the small wounds. She's got almost fifty different cuts, but none of them look like they were bleeder wounds, but some looked like bullet wounds. While I was patching her up I ask what happened to her.

"I-I was looking for refuge... found people. They tried to kill me, didn't even tell me to leave." I finish up with the small wounds and turn to her arm. I've never seen anything like it from a harpy. There's not a lot I can do with the pulled and broken feathers, so I leave it for now. The girl's already wrapped in a few meters of gauze, and there's no point in adding more.

Then there's her leg. Legs most certainly do  not  bend that way. Even harpy legs. We both know what's about to happen, and I know exactly how much this is going to hurt, having made one or two poor choices of jumping from buildings. I gently grab her leg, it was a lot easier on myself since I don't have talons that risk gouging my arm. I pull and move as fast as I can, and she screeches into the gag I gave her.

After putting the bone back into place as best as I can, I tie a splint to it, putting an arm around her to try and comfort her.

"You're much nicer than they were." She says, snuggling into me. There's only so much someone can do alone. I ask if those hands let her use a gun. She nods.

"They do. I don't know how it happened, but I have them, and I'm thankful for it." I nod, and I think we should move once she's rested a bit. She nods and slowly drifts off in my arms. I can't help but remember those bleeders, the man and the cheshire, in each other's arms. Was this how they sat, waiting to succumb?

I sit there, the girl sitting in my arms, slowly drifting off to sleep. I try to get a nap in too, and when I hear something, I shoot awake. The harpy's woken by my movement, and I lay her down, telling her to stay still. I cautiously look out the tent, and spot a few bleeders. I pull off a few shots, droping them in silent precision thanks to the suppressor. I go back into the tent and grab the harpy.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">She doesn't ask any questions, though she is tentative with walking on her broken leg. I grab my supplies and we move out of the camp as fast as I can get her to move. We then set off into this twice damned world, and hopefully we'll be in it for quite some time.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">I can't remember how long it's been since I had a partner.