~-~- I limped behind the wall across the room, the paint was peeling off, and plenty of bullet holes were present. My hands shook, I wasn’t sure if it was because of the shock, or the pain. I reached the wall, and I could feel the wind blowing my hair eastward. I pushed my back onto the wall, and slid down to a sitting position. I panted heavily, and looked towards my left thigh. The red liquid coated the pant leg heavily, as I grit my teeth. I reached into my coat pocket, grabbing a small knife. I cut the pant leg off, and saw the bullet lodged into my leg. I knew that anybody who knew how to treat wounds were gone, so I had to rely on my own knowledge. I had no choice but to lodge the knife into the wound, and shimmy the bullet out. It hurt, but I knew I couldn’t give in. I had to be silent. I laid the pant leg I cut off onto the ground, and rest my leg for a moment. I scrounged around the area, and found a small bottle of medicine. I sighed, and set it aside. It wasn’t painkillers. I wrapped the severed cloth over my wound, and tied it to keep it steady. I struggled to get up, and dropped my knife. I scrounged around, and found a pistol. It seemed old, but as I knew there was at least one bullet inside. I coughed, and stood there. I listened, to the sounds of chaos. I brushed my brown hair aside, and looked down at myself. My clothes barely fit me, I was so scrawny. I sighed. I turned the corner, thinking I was safe, as I then heard heavy footsteps. I saw a Slayer agent turn the corner and walk towards me. I panicked, as I cocked the pistol I held. The agent must have seen, and I saw him raise his rifle, but I was much faster, and I brought the gun up, and pulled on the trigger. The gunshot was almost deafening, as my vision blurred. I saw the man in front of me fall, and I thought one thing before I passed out due to blood loss. He had a bullet to the head.
I am an aspiring writer as well as a voice actor. This world takes place an a dystopian America, where a military presence known as the Slayers rule the country. Cities are pillaged by the Slayers, and small resistances rise up to try and fight them.
