“ that’s… a lot of blood ” - slonnie plea
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living with ronnie was becoming more routine every day, and sloane was really starting to enjoy herself and the other girl’s company, at least as much as anyone can enjoy anything during the god damn apocalypse. but the girls had a system, and it worked well for them. by day, they would venture out into the street: collecting supplies, scavenging for food, looking for weapons. and at night they would lock the doors to the tattoo parlor, lie down, and try to sleep without dwelling too much on the sounds of zombies moaning and scratching to get inside.
the day started out no different than any other. ronnie knew the streets much better than sloane did since sloane was a newcomer, whereas ronnie worked in the area before the world ended. it was a good system too, because sloane was much more suited to fight the zombies and kill them. she had picked up a few more knives along the way and kept them in all sorts of places: tucked into her boots, stuffed in her bag, hidden under the pile of blankets where she slept. she currently had her favorite weapon in her hand ---- a pair of scissors. ronnie was inside an old store whose front windows were both broken, grabbing whatever she could find and sloane stood outside, the look on her face daring any zombies to even try to hurt her or ronnie. she was not, however, expecting to hear a started yelp from inside the store. “ronnie?” sloane swallowed nervously, pushing the door open and stepping around some broken glass. she spotted ronnie backing up as a zombie followed her forward, arms outstretched, threatening to hurt her.
it happened very quickly. sloane saw ronnie back up to the edge of the window, losing her balance as her heels hit solid wall; she reached her arm out to try and stop herself before she fell, to no avail. sloane ran forward and plunged her scissors right into the zombie’s skull, pushing its body to the floor with a thud before whirling all of her attention on ronnie. blood was pouring down her arm and hand ---- as she fell, her arm had slid right across the broken glass from the storefront window. “that’s...a lot of blood,” sloane gulped, dropping her bag to the ground and searching for the first aid kit in there. blood, ironically, made sloane very squeamish. she had gotten used to zombie blood since it was kill or be killed, but seeing ronnie’s blood, so much of it pooling on the pavement, it made sloane very uneasy. but ronnie needed her right now, so sloane sucked it up and flipped open the aid kit. holding ronnie’s bloody, cut up arm in one gentle hand, sloane used the other to wipe away the blood. “i don’t think you need stitches --- i mean, even if you did ----- neither of us has a nursing degree -------- or any needles and thread, for that matter,” she spoke as she began layering gauze over the wounds. once they were cleaned and covered in fresh gauze, sloane taped it all up with medical tape. it wasn’t perfect, but it would do for now. it had to.
“sorry ‘bout the blood,” ronnie said later on, motioning to sloane’s shirt which was covered in both zombie blood and ronnie’s. sloane glanced down at it, swallowed hard, and looked back up. “i think patching you up was worth it.”