Of course you help Betty!

You pop a fresh magazine into you're M16 and prepare to cover Betty's escape. You know they'll kill you.

"Drako! Do you think this would help?" Claire asks from the back of the last NG truck.

She pulls something bulky out of one of the crates and passes it down to you. It's an MG42 machinegun! A can of ammo quickly follows. You take them and wave the truck driver off and he speeds away.

The militia vehicles speed up and fire upon the fleeing Humvee as it goes flying by. Bullets thud into it's metal armor as it goes. You drop down behind a pile of gravel and load the MG42. You open fire at the lead militia vehicle and take out the passenger window and part of the roof. The truck swerves and crashes. You fire at the second vehicle and hit the windshield. The truck slams into a tree and you hear the engine die out.

"Take that, you sons of bitches!" you scream.

You aim your gun to fire at the third vehicle when you hear a whistling sound followed by a dull thud. They're firing at you! You riddle the truck with your machinegun and it flies off the road and flips onto it's roof in a burst of flames. The last two vehicles slam to a stop, kicking up gravel. Men dive out of their vehicles and start taking cover.

"Fall back, fall back! Let's get the hell outta here!" one of them shouts and the militia begin running away.

You point your gun and fire at the group of men who are running away, missing on purpose to make sure they keep running. Suddenly one of the men turns around and raises his gun and fires back. You fire again and hit him in the chest. He slumps to the ground and a look of shock appears on his face.

"Shit! I'm hit!" you grunt as you feel the blood pouring out of your shoulder.

A small rivulet of blood flows down your arm and drips down to the gravel. A minute later, the Humvee pulls back around and Lisa gets out. She grabs you by the arm and hauls you to your feet.

"I'm fine," you say, stumbling. "Just get the gun!"

But you're not fine. Lisa pulls you into the back seat.

"Get us out of here!" she screams to Betty.

"No, get the gun," you yell at her.

"We need to get you to a hospital," she screams, chucking the steaming gun into the back and jumping in. "Go, go, go!"

The Humvee's tires churn up mud and gravel as it takes off. The trucks up ahead, plow through a growing mass of zombies. All the gunfire has drawn them from miles around. You stare out the window at the horde, shambling along. Lisa helps you out of your jacket.

"Hang on, I got you," she says, prying open a med kit.

The blood is running freely, pooling on the floor.

"God damn it, Drako! You better not die back there!" Betty yells.

Lisa applies a bulky pressure bandage which stops the bleeding.

"That should hold for now," she says, tucking the bandage in.

You grit your teeth against the pain.

Eventually you fall asleep. The next morning you wake to see the sun spilling over the horizon, casting a fiery arc across the sky. A little west, a lonely mountain glows red. The light washes over the earth, warming it. The dew burns off, and life continues. You look over at Lisa. She's asleep under her tattered police hat. Meanwhile, Betty's been driving all through the night. Her head bobs wearily with each bump in the road and you can see her bloodshot eyes in the rearview mirror.

"Pull over. I'll take a turn driving," you say.

"With your arm all shot up? I don't think so," Betty says.

The sound of you and Betty arguing wakes Lisa.

"Fine then, let me drive. You both look like **** warmed over," Lisa says.

"Whatever, sweetie," Betty sarcastically relents.

Betty pulls over and stumbles out to let Lisa drive. She gives a few brief directions on where to go before falling asleep next to you in the back seat. Lisa drives on. You watch the sun creep the rest of the way into the sky. Your eyes feel heavy and you let them droop. The Humvee bumps along the road as you drift back off to sleep. You're woken as your little convoy approaches the main gate to Camp Michael and is ushered inside.

"Private, we have to get this man to the hospital on the double," Betty says to one of the soldiers that approaches.

"Yes, ma'am," the private says.

The Humvee screeches down the road and pulls up to the hospital and the three of you are quickly ushered inside. You're given a wheelchair and moved to a curtained off area. A triage nurse takes your history and looks at your arm.

"The doctor's going to want to operate," she says.

You're hurried off to the operating room. When you wake up, you look over groggily to see Betty, Claire, and Lisa all squeezed onto a sofa meant for two. They're all fast asleep. Miki stands by the door, arms clasped behind her back. But she has all but fallen asleep standing up and doesn't immediately notice you waking up.

You take stock. You're in a private room at the hospital. Your arm is heavily bandaged you have an IV hooked up to the other one. You clear your throat and they all come to at once.

"Drako," Betty says. "Good news, the doctor says your arms going to be just fine."

"How long was I out?" you ask.

They all crowd around your bed and Miki climbs on and curls up at your feet.

"A few hours," Betty says."Captain Pacco stopped by, but you were still out."

"I can't believe we're finally safe. Thank you for all you've done for us," Chief Lisa says.

"You can say that again, Mist- I mean, Chief," Claire says.

You raise an eyebrow.

"I...," Claire stutters.

"It's okay," Lisa says, patting her on the head. "She's my **** as well as my Sergeant."

"Yeah, we were talking and after your feeling better and ready to go home, we might get together and let her and Miki play," Betty says.

You can feel your cock stirring at the thought of it.

"Mistress, please... I'm not like that. I don't like girls," Miki whimpers.

"Slut, your Master is in the hospital! Stop being so selfish," Betty says, slapping the **** girl on her tush.

Miki yelps and whimpers again.

"Yes ma'am," she says and moans.

Everyone else smiles and chuckles.

"Okay, I'm glad this is settled. Now, you need rest and lots of it," Lisa says.

"God, I was shot in the arm. Not the heart," you protest.

"The doctor says that it nicked an artery and came within a hair of causing nerve damage," Betty says. "So rest. I'm going to take Lisa and Claire to their temp housing. Miki, take care of your master and if I hear one word about you being disobedient, I'm going to string you up and whip you."

"Yes, Mistress," Miki says fearfully.

You laugh, "You might anyway."

Betty grins, "I might."

Betty kisses you on the cheek and then they leave. The door to your room closes with a click.