4: Isla (iii)
Added 2024-11-21 22:32:49 +0000 UTCThere wasn't going to be a medic.
There didn't seem to be anyone else around.
Somewhere distant, the sounds muffled by the concrete walls and passages of the facility, Isla could still hear shouts and gunfire, but the battle had moved on and left her behind like so much litter. Even the black-clothed bitches who'd put a bullet in her belly had gone.
Bitter tears made eyeliner streaks down her cheeks, and through the burning pain in her belly she managed to find enough energy to despise herself for wearing Ralph Lauren riding boots and a short skirt and fucking make-up to a gunfight. Should have stayed in the Army, she thought angrily, Where people make proper plans, and have proper equipment, and take proper care of their people... Should have known that pay-check was too good to be true!
The pain in her guts surged for a moment, then ebbed again. The distant gunfire died away briefly, then resumed.
You can still make it, she told herself, sniffing, stifling sobs. Hold on! You can still make it...
