Dead Weight/Issue 17

This is Issue 17 of Dead Weight, Titled: Newbies

This is issue 1 of Arc 3

--1 Month Before The Attack...--

"Just keep...going" She cries, sweat dripping from her fore head.

She lay in the back of the RV. Her legs wide and ready to come out was a small baby, who would be introduced into the nightmare called 'earth'.

"Come on girl, you can do it" Smiles the woman.

"Should...Should I pull over?!" The man asks, keeping his eyes directly infront of him. The night was dark, all he could make out was the dim light infront of his car.

"Okay..You're going to have to push"

A little boy had his legs curled into a ball in the front seat. His eyes wide with fear. "Whatever you do don't look behind you, keep your eyes focused, mummy is going to be alright" The man rea

reassured the boy. Taking a left turn and up the free way. Dodging the cars.

The woman cries,

"Hayleigh, It'll be okay!" The man groans, swerving in between the cars. Coming to the end of the main road and turnign right onto the dirt road.

The woman screams. The little boy clamps his hands over his ears. Tears rolling rom his eyes. The nightmare ends quickly. The screaming stops. A squelching sound is heard as the baby is pulled its last ways from the womb. Its cries echoing through the RV.

"Its a girl" The woman grins, quickly wrapping the baby in a spare towel.

The boy opens his eyes, looking around as the man stops the car. Getting up and walking over.

"She passed out, she will be fine...Hopefully. She has a 50 percent chance that she wont make it. Please. Be ready for that" The woman says, a tear falling from her eye as she passes the baby towards the man. "She looks healthy. Feels heavy so she is a good healthy little girl. Congradulations..."

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--Now--

"Will you hold still" Abreham growls, holding down Flake as he wraps and treats his wound. "Why couldn't Mel do this!!" Flake groans, holding onto his sword as pain rips up his leg.

"She doesn't feel upto anything. I think Carlos's death and everything else hit her."

Robbie leans on the tree, watching Flake and Abreham. His eyes red, he hadn't been getting any sleep for the last 2 weeks. As the death of his sister left him scarred and depressed.

Scarlette walks over. Placing a bucket of water on the ground next to Flake. "Drink anyone?" She asks before pouring some over Flake. She walks off quickly.

"Listen, Robbie, come here" Abreham says, looking over at Robbie has he slouches over, collapsing onto the floor beside Abreham.

"Go over to that tent...Close your eyes. Just for 10 minutes. Please?" He asks,

Robbie groans. laying his head onto the ground. Immediantly passing out.

"F--K" Abreham curses, picking Robbie up and walking over to the tent. Placing him on the blow-up bed and zipping the tent up.

A noise could be heard. Of An engine.

"What is that?" Flake asks, wobbily standing up.

"Everyone get down"

Abreham limps into the trees where two tents. Scarlette and Mel's and Robbies are situated.

The RV pulls up. The sight of a bucket full of water makes the man instatly jump out. Running quickly over and grabbing it. Checking for gross twigs or blood inside. Before hopping back into the RV.

Flake limps out. Holding out a his sword, thrshing it to the RV, bursting a tire.

"HOLY COW!" The man screams. Clutching the steering wheel as the right side of the RV goes slanted.

He jumps out. Holding up a shotgun. Flake dives behind the car. As the man searches the small open area where the man would of been.

"COME OUT YOU FREAK!" He shouts.

Flake charges out, Holding is sword. The man holds his gun out. Whacking Flake on the jaw with it. Before holding it against his face.

"Hold up! Watch it watch it!" Abreham shouts, holding his hands in the air as he comes out from the dark trees.