Coughing up blood into his hand, Charles stumbled forward down the road as he held his shotgun loosely at his side. The arm was useless because of the shot he had taken to the shoulder, but he had managed to tie his shotgun to his hand. He still had enough feeling in his fingers that he could pull trigger if need be, but every step felt harder and he wondered if he could actually survive until the next settlement. The whole meeting he had set up with some men who claimed to have key cards needed to get inside an Old World US Army weapons cache, but instead it had turned out to be an ambush. Somehow they had figured out what Charles was really after, and wanted his information instead. Frankly, they had underestimated him, and now lay out in the dirt with their brains blown out. Still, they had given him a few broken bones, a shot to the shoulder, and some mild internal injury that Charles considered the least of his worries as long as the bullet could be removed before he got an infection in that area.
Noticing a building ahead with a satellite dish on top, Charles muttered to himself through thirst-cracked lips, "It can't be." Before he could even get a better look though, a wave of dizziness overtook him, and he yelled out in pain as it was his injured shoulder that caught his fall. Gritting his teeth, he pushed himself up and crawled the last few feet to the wall of the compound and rested against it breathing hard as he inspected his surroundings. Only breathing a sigh of relief when he realized that he had not attracted any attention, but cursed his foolishness for not bring stim packs or at least some medical supplies. At least he had not forgotten to bring food and water, reaching behind him he pulled some pure water out and took a sip of the irradiated drink, and sighed with a smile, staring out towards the sun in the distance as he began to figure that this might not be such a place to die if it came down to it. Still there was no reason to go down that easy so trying his best Charles used the wall behind himself to prop his body up as he stood.
It was to no avail as he ended up slipping back down again, chuckling at the ironic nature of the situation. Here he was on the edge of finding the treasure he had been seeking, and well, death might just have his life before then. His only luck was that the entrance to this place seemed to be along the roadways which people traveled. So maybe he would encounter a good Samaritan today? Reaching up, he toyed with the strange golden locket he wore around his neck that was shaped like a heart wearing a little top hat. Yes, maybe he could hope against hope.<|im_end|>
Zipping up her suit after taking a moment to drain the hose, those heels clicked along the broken street as she meets back up with the team.
Victoria - " Syde, Where are we and how much further?" Syde blew his nose only to point up the road to an old bunker, but before they could continue the team heard someone yell out in pain. Victoria made the team push on to the target location as she inspected the sound, with her weapon at hand she pushed along a stone wall, her heeled boots stop as she squats down looking at the ground to inspect the blood drops. "Fresh" - she said under her painted black glossy lips. Standing up she follows the blood and wondering what poor fool had died this day. To the end of the trail at the back end of the compound she finds him, a small man, wounded, and on his last breath it seems.
Victoria- " Well, well, well... look what we have here, that is a nasty gun wound, and you seem to be dehydrated as well, the question is do you want to live?" The lady of Steel walks closer inspecting the man as she squats with both legs open before him, her bulge stretching the suit she had on as well as her perfect chest, Victoria moved her jet black hair out of her face to examine the man. Placing the heavy flamer to the side, her soft blue eyes stare at the wound as her hands with black painted nails sharpened like claws reach for his shirt to rip open more what the gun shot had left, seeing the wound and moving a hand under his jaw line she slaps him. Victoria - "Hey you alive or do I just leave you here?" Her eyes where more blue than they should be only to the fact that the eyeliner and eye shadow made it so.
Victoria's hands played with the man's hair moving it from his face to see if he would give one last breath or word... she waited for a response at the same time he could feel her hands searching him for anything useful. "Shame I found you like this, you look cute, would be a damn shame to see such a thing like you go to waste like this." -He could feel her hand run up his inner thigh and groping his crotch, which seemed to spark the man alive...<|im_end|>