I went to the bathroom to check on something that had been bothering me. I picked up the stab-vest. The hole was in the side, and not where she was injured. The only thing that made sense was when the Rani jumped her the vest slipped round enough. She probably would have been fine if pushed straight in.
Outside the windows only a few Rani stumbled about. Following the path back to the rest of them, and their screaming piper. While searching the house for useful items I came across something I had been looking for in every house and I pocketed the two items.
I smiled when I saw that the ornamental sword set had no swords. Even though they were likely blunt people had taken them in the hopes that they would help. Strange how they hadn't taken the sheath, I guess they hadn't been in the frame of mind to think of such things.
It's strange I am. Since yesterday things have felt slower; like I have more time to think about things. Maybe it's simply down to my desire to have more time to save Sam, or maybe it is the extreme agony my leg is causing that is making things slow. I am starting to think I have severely damaged my leg this time, but I can't stop doing things as she is in a worse state than me. I can break through the pain, though it is probably not smart to. Her pain is such that she can barely move side to side.
The situation isn't great, but it's not as bad as we've been exposed to.
The most worrying thing was at about midday, just after I woke Sam for her to eat and then for me to carry her to the bathroom, there was semi-distance gunfire. In opening the window it sounded like it was coming from the area we had walked into. In the darkest part of me I hoped that the men with the dodge had faced their inevitable fate. At the same time I was horrified. That I was able to think of such things about people. Regardless of what they did or will do to us. They are some of the few living people left in this world. Worryingly they could well have been a sign of what the majority of people would go to. It's all a little too Mad Max for me.
The gunfire didn't last long. I heard no retreating or screams. We'll see I guess.
I double and triple checked the building's safety. Nothing was going to get in without me knowing. I like alarm systems, especially when the family in question writes the codes down on the actual device.
When it came to dinner I got Sam some more food to get in her and changed the bandage dressing. I then gave her one of the two items.
A small walkie talkie. Range was supposed to be up to a mile. But with how most likely no other radio signals would be about (or at the very least there wouldn't be many) the range should be maximised to a minimum of a mile, in other words, we should be able to stay in touch if such a thing happened again.
We chose a frequency and tested them, then turned it off. They were only needed in emergencies, so probably best to save the batteries in them.
She fell asleep shortly after that and I've had a lot of time on my hands to try and forget about my leg so I thought I'd try a different writing style. I don't like it too much and it's hard not to default back to writing 'normally'.
She looks better today though still very weak. Just got to hope that there’s no internal bleeding because there is seriously nothing I can do about that. I'd just stitch her stomach to her kidneys or something...
I hope you make another day
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