Thread: The End War

Matilda Harris was curled up into a ball, taking a much-needed nap. The past several days had been hell, to say the least. One of the buildings in the destroyed city shed been staying in had finally decided to collapse its structure and support beams totally failing, falling on anyone or anything within or nearby it. Shed stressed her concerns to the people choosing to take up residence in the damned thing. But did they listen to her? No. They never did. And what did this mean? It meant hours and hours of trying to fix people up with a ration of supplies that were more or less crude and worthless. Matty, came a voice, a whisper. Matty let out a groan as she turned over to look at who was waking her up. She wiped at her green eyes and brushed a hand through her long blonde hair as if trying to straighten it out. What? she snapped. She was beyond cranky. Matty, its Jim. Somethings wrong. The voice belonged to dark-haired man. Of course there is, Matty muttered, trying to wake herself up. Jim was one of the many unfortunate souls whod stayed in the building despite her warnings. His leg had been crushed by a fallen beam when the building finally had crumbled upon itself. Shed tried her best to set it, but without the proper equipment, doing such a thing was difficult. There were multiple breaks, and god knew what else going on inside his leg. As if on autopilot, Matty stood up and followed the dark-haired man to where Jim had been resting. The guy looked like shit. His skin had gotten pasty, was covered in a thick sheen of sweat. Hes got a fever, Matty stated more to herself than anyone else. Fuck. She wiped at her gem-like eyes once again. Is that bad? He dont look so good. Matty eyed the dark-haired man. Yes, its bad, Roger. Youve no fucking clue how bad. She was pissed off, tired and so ready to lash out at anyone who tried to cross her. She looked at Jims leg and heaved a sigh. It was purple, ridiculously swollen. She looked at Roger and frowned. Hes gotta lose the leg, she stated. What? Roger shrieked. Youre joking, right? Matty shook her head. Fraid not. Theres no way to save it. Not here, not like this. We need a hospital. God damn it! She slammed a fist against the wall. She wasnt a surgeon. She was a nurse. A good one, but still. But now? With everything gone to hell and back, she didnt know what to call herself. All she knew was that any time there was a medical problem, she was the one they came to. In general, she didnt mind this. She liked helping people. It was just that lately Roger sighed. Well, the nearest one is miles away and all we got is what you see here. Im well aware of that, Roger, Matty spat out. Doesnt mean I cant wish for one. Angry and frustrated, she bit down on her lip. She needed to remove Jims leg. It was the only way to save the guy. It was a risk. A big one. Hed probably die from the pain of having it sliced off. But hed die anyway if she didnt. So as far as she could see it, it was a risk worth taking. Matty walked out of the tiny room and began to search for something, anything, she could use for the so-called surgery she had no choice but to perform. She needed something sharp, ideally something that could slice off Jims leg in one go. Grumbling to herself, she suddenly remembered the chute. There had been a door on that was made of metal on it. And it slid open like a garage door. Immediately, she hurried off to find it. After several minutes, Matty found the room with the chute. She went over to it and checked out the door. It slid rather easily, which made her smile. Finally, something useful. She inspected the doors bottom edge. It was sharp and wide enough to cover the entire width of Jims leg. Nice, Matty said to herself. Looking around the room, she saw a heap of wood, one of the pieces being rather large and thick. She picked it up and placed it underneath the chute door. One, two, three, she said as she slammed the door down upon the wood. It sliced through it cleanly. Freakin excellent! Matty ran out to go get Jim. She had a surgery to perform.