My brother's trying to keep me alive.
I can't walk. I can only hop because I can't feel my right leg below
the knee. He's helping to hold me up & at times dragging me to
run away as I try to keep stepping in time with my good leg. I half
want him to leave me here to die because I was bitten & I'll just be
a burden to him until I die. I tell him, "You can just leave me here.
I won't be able to do anything useful anymore. I'll just be something
to be concerned about. An expensive annoying pet."
"Shut up." He stops for a second & slings
me over his shoulder & it hurts my stomach for a second when he starts
running again. & then we're at the car & he lies me down
on the asphalt & unlocks the car & starts it.
He's looking down at me & he says, "I'm sorry.
I'll do it as fast as I can." He takes his rifle & lies it down
so the butt's in my mouth to bite on. He opens the back door &
pulls a first aid kit out from under the front seat. He makes a tourniquet
from the rifle's gun strap & puts it just above my knee. He takes
his shotgun & shoots through my leg at the joint just below the knee
severing it & he wraps the remains in gauze & I hear him say, "Fuck!"
& he pulls his rifle out of my mouth & slides me into the back
seat lying down & slams the door & I hear him shoot five times
before he climbs in the car & drives us away.
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