Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31595069-20170602072721/@comment-31749612-20170603014228

"W- What are you doing?" ''The young man asked. ''

"Saving you." ''Whiskey responded as he looked at his shoulder, which was still bleeding heavily. ''

"....." The young man didn't know what to say after that.

"M- My ankle! It hurts so much!" ''One of the man at the bottom of the hill yelled in agony. ''

"Oh christ! U- Uh, what do we do!?" The second man asked.

Whiskey looked at the young fellow, who just stared at him back.

"Think you could carry one of them?" Whiskey asked loudly, trying to drown out the yelling.

"Y- Yeah, why?" The young man asked as he walked to the edge of the hill and stared down at the two.

"Cause we're going to bring them back to where I came from..." ''Whiskey answered as he started walking down the hill. "And we'd better be quick, because I bet you a bunch of mamono heard the scre-" Before Whiskey could finish, a sandworm came out from the ground and took one of the two men at the bottom of the hill. ''

''After that... Whiskey had two choices running through his head...''

Help the man -OR- Leave him

''Whiskey shook his head out of fear, eyes wide. Immediately after the worm showed up, Whiskey started sprinting down the hill, the young man right behind him.''

"Oh god, not like this! Ah!" ''The man with the broken ankle screamed as he started crawling his way through the sand... In no specific direction. Whiskey quickly caught up to him and looked around. The man gave him a fearful look. ''"P- Please! Help me!" He begged, sounding in great pain.

''Here he was, begging to the very man he just had a fight with... Whiskey let out a quick sigh and picked the man up, slumping him over his good shoulder. He didn't care how much pain the man was in, Whiskey was saving him...''

''Whiskey exchanged a quick glance with the young man. ''"Follow me!" ''Whiskey shouted as he started to retrace his steps to the portal. The man on Whiskey's shoulder tried to stay as quiet as he could be... Which wasn't very quiet.''

''The young man stayed about only a foot or two behind Whiskey, not wanting anthing to do with this desert anymore. "Jesus christ! This went to hell, fast!" Whiskey shouted in his head as he continued to run.''