Flint sighed as he looked back to the road. The truck was now driving away , Happy their captor was suitably tossed away. He turned back to the girl and slowly stood up. "She would just slow me down" Flint thought as he placed the barrel of his rifle against her head and slowly began to squeeze the....
He stopped and quickly pulled the gun away from her head "Dam it" He said aloud frustrated as he couldn't be so heartless. He placed his rifle on the grass as he went into his satchel and removed the first aid kit inside. He slowly helped the girl in a sitting up position and carefully began to clean and tend to the gash. Softly wrapping it up with the last of his bandages. "How's that?" He asked the wound covered and cleaned.