Apr 1, 2018
“i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.”
Hurt Meme; now accepting
“Well praise God and pass the ammunition,” Zinda said, ducking behind a metal filing cabinet, “cause I’m almost out of bullets and I sure as shit didn’t bring any bandaids with me.” She rolled to her feet, the back of her neck aching from where she’d fallen (okay, from where she’d been thrown).
“You find something to stop all that bleeding,” she said, slipping her gun in her holster and pulling out a hunting knife. With a war cry she ran from her cover and attacked the nearest punk.
“Betcha didn’t think I’d bring a knife to this lil gun fight, didja?”