Will there ever be a new dawn? (Private)

[Whitewhisker]

Aaron was getting weaker by the moment, her body already covered in her own blood and dust. Her hands were beginning to shake so badly that she could barely keep a grip upon the pistol but she was a fighter. Until the last drop or unconsciousness took over would she finally stop fighting. The roar of the motorcycle quickly caught the attention of the bikers but a few shots from her kept them from rushing Roland. They were pinned down, or so they thought.

When Roland finally rolled up to the building, in which she was surprised he even did, Aaron tried to stand up. At first her legs refused, buckling under her each time she managed to actually rise that far. Finally though, she managed to keep her feet with the support of the wall before she tried to make it to the bike.

[Whitie]

Roland had waited with as much patience as he could, a part of him wanted to get off the bike to go help her, but he remained seated, knowing that they had to make a quick get away. His mind was reeling over with hysterical thoughts. With the returned gunfire flying in their direction, he thought that a stray bullet would strike him at any given moment. The thought was discomforting, causing him to become overwhelmingly flighty, but he kept his fear to a minimum. When they got out of this wretched situation he was going to treat himself with a nice, long rest. Of course, who knew how long it would be until they would be able to escape the clutches of these bikers.

[Whitewhisker]

As she reached the bike she fired a few more shots at them before climbing on behind Roland. Some other day she would have insisted on driving but not this time. No, she couldnt hardly stand much less drive. Aaron reloaded her pistol but grimanced at the amount of bullets she had left. "I've only got three more shots. Let me have your gun to keep them off of us" she said.

[Whitie]

Without hesitation, Roland handed her his handgun, knowing that she was probably a better shot than he was. “Alright, let’s get out of here,” he said before revving up the motorcycle before taking off. The bike swerved around as he steered around the construction site to find away to put distance between them and the bikers. Surely they would give chance. They wouldn’t give up to easily. They only pushed Roland to go faster, adrenaline making him overcome his fearful nature. He was determined to make it to some sort of safe haven and then he could hopefully bandage up Sarah. From what he saw, her wounds looked dreadful.

A familiar roar sounded from behind, as headlights blared upon them, causing a shroud of tension to fill the air. Just as he figured, the remaining bikers weren’t going to let up any time soon. Bullets whizzed past, causing Roland to duck down some until a shot grazed his right upper arm, causing his bicep to burn from the pain.

A hissed sound of astonishment sounded from him as he faltered, the motorcycle momentarily swerving before settling. Ignoring the stinging sensation, Roland focused on driving across the land, unclear of where they were heading. As long as they lost the bikers he would be content. The headlight shined upon seemingly endless ground. No road, no particular landmark. Just vast land.

[Whitewhisker]

Aaron just tried to balance at first. Everything was so shakey and driving across this rough land swerving around didnt do much for her pain. As shots were fired, Aaron twisted around with one had extended out with the gun. She aimed at the headlights since she couldnt see what was behind them. One shot hit a biker's front tire, taking out several others as it crashed. Another shot hit a biker's hand, clipping off his fingers so as he could no longer give the bike throttle. That only left three. A couple of shots missed before she was able to shoot another in the front tire, wiping out the rest. Relief washed over her as the lights on the bikers faded behind them and after stuffing the gun in her jeans she slumped against Roland's back. Weakness of bloodloss and exhaustion was settling over her and since there wasnt anymore bikers chasing them she was nearly on the verge of passing out.

[Whitie]

After the gunfire and the sounds of the other bikes died off, Roland felt he could relax now at least a little bit. There was still a chance that some stray bikers would catch up to them, but he felt he didn’t have to worry about that. Finding a decent shelter was top priority now. But he still saw nothing but land, rocks, debris, nothing that could hide them away from preying eyes.

Roland slowed the motorcycle down to a cruising pace, avoiding the bumpy bits of terrain the best he could as he kept his eyes peeled for any sort of safe haven. A spark of hope light up within him as the headlight shown upon a paved road, the concrete was streaked with jagged cracks here and there. As the wheels came in contact with the pavement, the ride was smoother and easier and structures were on either side of the road. The buildings were quaint, some of the roofs were caved in, while others were either boarded up or broken into. Still, Roland knew that this was their chance to find somewhere to stay for the night.

He drove slowly, eyeing the buildings before pulling up to the best looking one out of all of them. He killed the motor as he kicked out the kickstand and looked around at their surroundings. It appeared desolate with a pinch of eeriness to it. But it was better than sleeping under the stars.

“Alright, I think this place will do for now,” Roland spoke up as he looked at the adequate looking, one-story structure. Once he got Sarah inside he would conceal the motorcycle somewhere. Leaving it out in the open would draw too much unneeded attention.

[Whitewhisker]

Aaron laid against his back, her eyes closing despite her fight to keep them open. The bump here and there after reaching the smoother surface of the road was the only thing keeping her away....that and the pain. When they came to a stop and Roland spoke that was when she finally was able to open her eyes, but only slightly. Looking around without actually moving didn't give her much of a view but even if she had sat up, everything was nothing but a blur. "I.....I don't feel so great" she muttered as she allowed her eyes to close again.

Being at someone else's mercy was not to Aaron's appeal but what choice did she have? There was no way now that she could even stand much less make it away from him. Whatever he choose she would have to live with but yet the only fear she had of him was that he would leave her. This was a world of survival of the fittest and she had served her purpose and had gotten him out of that situation. It would be best to just dump her off and take off with the bike. Him taking advantage of her body while she was weak didn't even cross her mind as she had not seen that in him.

[Whitie]

Some would have taken advantage of the situation and would have simply thrown her off the bike and take off, leaving her behind like a rugged, unwanted toy. But Roland couldn’t do such a thing. Such a thought never occurred to him as he glanced back at her the best he could with much concern showing upon his face. He would have to carefully carry her into the house, since she wasn’t in any condition to be up and about with her wounds. All he had to do was make sure not to move her around excessively and put her in more pain than she already was in.

“Let’s get you inside. Hopefully there will be some bandages and other stuff around,” Roland mumbled, before slowly shifting as he eased his left leg over the bike to get up. “It would probably be easier if I carried on my back so you don’t have to move too much,” he suggested, since that would be easier at the moment.

[Whitewhisker]

Just him shifting to bring his leg over the bike caused a flarw of fire to.race through her. Aaron just gritted her teeth and remained quiet, only giving a simple nod as a reply. Opening her eyes she looked to him to figure out how she was going to get on his back. "Least that part of your clothes are already stained" she smirked weakly. Maybe if her brain didnt feel so fuzzy she might have taken this situation more serious but it was hard when she couldnt even think.

[Whitie]

A faint smile showed upon Roland’s lips at her comment. “Heh, my cleanliness is the least of my concern at the moment. Just, um, hang on the best you can and I’ll give you a—what’s-it-called—a piggyback ride to the house. Might be the easiest, maybe,” he said, before taking another look around as the trees ebbed with the breeze. The nightlife always struck fear into him, but he was trying to mask that. He already expressed much fear today and he didn’t want to seem all that weak, even though he knew that he wasn’t the bravest or strongest person. Nonetheless, Roland wished to express that he had some strength in him. All he could hope for was that none of the bikers would track them down. That thought almost caused the hairs on the nape of his neck to perk, but he restrained himself from getting worked up like before and focused on the current situation at hand.

[Whitewhisker]

Aaron thought of his suggestion a moment before she shook her head. "I think my ribs are broke" she confessed. "And I only have one arm that can support my weight. I dont think I could stay on your back even if I managed to somehow get up there." At this point her pride was none existant. Being as he would indeed have to carry her, Aaron's pride had crawled off into a corner and died.

[Whitie]

“That’s problematic,” he murmured, scratching the back of his head, uncertain of what to do. He could just carry her in his arms, but he wasn’t sure if that would apply too much stress on her wounds and cause her more pain. Roland wasn’t sure, but they needed to get her into the house right away and tend to her injuries. Pondering for a moment, he slowly eased himself off of the motorcycle, flinching from the pain that emitted in his arm from where the bullet grazed him.

“Well, I could probably just carry you, maybe. Would be easier than having to walk all that way with broken ribs and whatnot,” he suggested, feeling a tad bit embarrassed at the moment as his meek expression showed.

[Whitewhisker]

As he pulled himself away to stand, Aaron couldnt help but to grimance. It was brief and her gaze once again found itself upon him. He was blurry but not ao much as everything else was. Just sitting up on her own was hard, forcing her to lean back against the sissy bar to hold her up. "I'm not going to bite" she sighed. "And the sooner we're in one of those buildings the sooner the pain will ease" Most anyone else would have yanked her up and roughly carried her inside if they even bothered themselves that far. Yet as she looked at his face she couldnt help but be glad she had sparrd him that day. "Come on and lets get it over with"

[Whitie]

Roland nodded his head in a meek way before glancing around once more, almost expecting to hear that dreadful thunder in the distance. There was nothing but stillness hanging in the air. With that, he returned his attention to the young woman that called herself Sarah. Wariness still lingered in him but it was best to get this over and done wit quickly before anything else happened.

“Alright then. Pardon me,” he said before slipping one arm behind her back and slipping the other beneath her knees. The situation was quite awkward to Roland as he carefully picked her up, flinching some as a sharp pain shot through his upper right arm. The injury wasn’t a dire one though, but it still was painful as ever. He head towards the worn building, hoping that the door wasn’t jammed or locked. Upon maneuvering his hand to be able to try the handle, the door eased open, hinges releasing a hallow screech that echoed throughout the barren, dusty house.

The site wasn’t pleasant to Roland’s eyes. A small, battered and torn sofa lay to the right against the wall with a dainty looking coffee table set before it, facing adjacent to a closed door to the left. Another door was set on the other side of the wall before them. Two wooden chairs were knocked over upon the floor, one missing a leg with splinters littering the hard wood floor. The windows were grimy and dirt ridden and one had been busted open, allowing a cool breeze to enter the rectangular room. A scenic painting with a faux gold frame of a forest hung upon the wall before them, with deer, bears, and wolves mingling together in serene harmony with a morning, golden glow. The picture was crooked just a smidge upon the white washed wall that now had a gray tone to it.

“This will have to do I guess,” Roland piped up as he entered the building and cautiously approached the couch, not really wanting to set her down on such a dirty, old thing.

[Whitewhisker]

When he picked her up, Aaron bit her lip to keep from making a noise but still a bit of a squeak still escaped her. It was better than a scream though and she quickly closed her eyes so that she didn't have to see the world spin. Even though he didn't walk that far to enter the building it felt like he had hiked a mile. Her fingers tightened into her clothes where she held her torso and shoulder and only when he opened the door and then came to stand inside did she ope her eyes again. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust and when they did she couldn't help but feel disgusted. What was this place when it used to be clean and lived in rather than destroyed and abandoned?

As he walked over to the couch, Aaron really didn't feel like being on that nasty thing. What had happened on it? Rape? It made bile rise into her throat but she refused to be sick. Instead she sucked it up and made sure to remind herself that it was better than the floor or the bake of their stolen bike.