Post by albub on Aug 20, 2008 12:07:06 GMT -5
Alex hears the zombies milling about, but they are unable to reach him on the roof. He takes his own first aid kit out of his pack, and opens it. Gritting his teeth and biting his rolled up silk cloth, he removes the bullets from his leg and swabs the wounds with iodine. Thankfully, no major arteries were hit, nor were the bones. He is unable to reach the bullets lodged in his back, and prays the wounds won't get infected. Then, repacking his kit, he nods off to sleep under a piece of broken billboard.