Where's the third soldier

The third soldier had stayed back, one arm clamped around the girl's waist, his other hand over her mouth to muffle her screams that's why he couldn't jump in sooner. But now with his buddies down he shoves her aside and barrels at you like a bull. You raise the pistol, but because of your injuries he's faster, smashing it from your grip with a wild swing of his fist. He lift his boot and connects it with your ribs cracking something inside. Pain explodes as you hit the floor. He drops on you knee on your chest and rain fists pounding your face until stars burst in your vision. "Traitor scum," he snarls drawing his own knife.

The girl scrambles up, grabs a broken bottle from the debris. "Get off him!" she cries voice raw and smashes it over his head. Glass shatters, he roars staggering just enough for you to twist free and slam your elbow into his throat. He chokes while you grab the fallen pistol and fire point blank into his gut. He slumps dead weight on you, but still breathing.

You leave him to his fate and stagger to your feet. Your breathing is ragged and blood dripping from your split lip. The girl stares at you, trembling, her torn clothes barely hanging on. "Who... who are you?" she whispers eyes searching yours.

She's not your sister, too old and the wrong face. But she's alive because of you. Do you leave her here to fend for herself or take her along into the chaos?