Roland cocked his head sideways as the man seemed to become uncomfortable realizing who he was and the situation they found themselves in. He would have loved to reminisce but time was not a factor that was on their side, in fact life was not even a factor they had on their side right now. Roland lowered the gun against his better judgement as he spoke lowly but quickly towards the man:

[b]"Wasn't my car anyways, I just happened to be in when you beaned it with an SUV and as much as I would like to talk about old days, and people I worked with. Well to put it plainly there is not time nor luxury at this point. Were beat up, no car, its night, and the shamblers are already on us, so if you want to help then help, if not then start walking because at this point none of us might not be going much further."
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Roland was a bit harsher then intended but his head felt like he had been cracked in the skull with a damn brick at full force, and even worse he had a bunch of wounded people with Shamblers on their necks already. There was no telling how much longer they had before those flesh eaters arrived, and they were on a bridge so they had to move now before they were surrounded on each side. It had happened once already and he was not going to find himself in that situation again. Roland turned as he made his way back to the man he had been with before,  leaning down and looking, upon closer inspection it looked like he had bleed out pretty good, however the wound the blood emitted from did not seem all that bad. But some good news was it looked like the wound was clotting and the bleeding was lessening.

[b]"Stay here a moment, rest for just a bit, the wounds does not look bad and it appears to be clotting up."[/b]

Roland got up as he went around the car and saw another man in the grass, shining the flashlight on him he saw the gash on the side of his head. Roland walked to the man as he bent down, wiping his nose he felt the warm gush of blood coming out of his nostrils, he sighed as he wiped his nose again, the last thing he needed was a blood trail. He ignored his nose bleed for the time being as he replaced his 22 and pulled out an actual LED flashlight, clicking it on he spoke:
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"Your got a good gash in your head here, I am going to wrap it tightly to close it, you might feel slightly light headed for a moment but it will pass. I am not a medic, but I have limited training for superficial wounds."[/b]

Roland stuck the flashlight in his mouth as he picked up the roll of bandage off the ground, unrolling a piece he stuck it on the wound.

[b]"Tis gon smart, hod stl"[/b]

Roland spoke through the flashlight in his mouth as crunched the skin a little bit with the bandage and then started to roll it tightly to keep the wound closed long enough so it would stop bleeding. Roland wrapped the wound a couple times around as he finished it off by tieing it tightly together. Removing the flashlight from his mouth he could hear a small voice saying they needed to go, his heart started to pound as the blood was still dripping from his nose and to the ground. Taking some of the gauze he ripped it and stuck it up his nose to stop the bleeding.

[b]"Come on, no time to lay around, we got company and they are expecting dinner."[/b]

Roland took the roll of bandage as he went back to the man near the front of the car and bent back down as he looked at his arm again. This much blood from such a small wound, couldn't have just been normal, Roland started to think that perhaps this man had some kind of genetic disease that made open wounds bleed by a lot. Then again with the pounding in his skull, and the moans in the distance there was no time to figure out medical history. Roland took the gauze and wrapped the small wound the best he could tieing it off, hopefully that would help stop the bleeding. Everything was uncertain right now, his mind was racing a thousand thoughts a second and he just felt like throwing himself off the bridge, he hoped to hell he had not suffered brain damage and he was bleeding inside his skull. Roland shook his head as he tried to still his thoughts, he needed to calm down, concentrate, panicking and freaking out would not help him or the others. Closing his eye's for just a moment he breathed deeply in then out a couple times as he steadied himself. Climbing back up he replaced the flashlight in his vest and pulled the 22 back out. Walking to the head of the car near the larger man he spoke to everyone, making sure to keep his voice a bit lower.

[b]"I know none of you know me, and I am new to this group... I don't care to be the leader at this point... but we gotta get moving and we gotta get moving right now.  Everyone grab what you need, whatever that may be, leave what isn't needed. If you need help walking then speak up, we gotta get our shit together right now or we won't be seeing another sunrise. Those shamblers are on their way, an I don't intend to be here when they arrive. Five more minutes then we need to move."[/b]