Metro Roleplay part 2

(Oh, crap, okay, I've wandered off, then. I'll say Roach yelled after me when I left, so here goes. Sorry for the mis-read! Forget all the confusion, lets go from here. )

As I stood there in complete fear, I heard a yell behind me. Seemed that I hadn't seen Roach! He was back with the others the whole time. Well, at least I wouldn't have to face that librarian... which spoke? Bloody creepy. I half-turned, and with my gun always at the ready, moved quickly back to camp. Luckily it wasn't far. I shouted out "Hey guys, it's me" as I approached, didn't want to get shot. Roach was smoking, literally. Apparently he had just been on fire? Damn!

I collapsed on the ground next to the others. "Damn, okay, everyone is okay, we're all together", I sighed in relief. I caught my breath, and then looked at Vlad, our leader. "Your orders?"

 

*Epic facepalm* xD Again, Von :3 Roach was actually a bit close to the camp, but not at the camp itself, and nobody has rescued him yet xD
But hey, wtf, let's just say that Benjamin somehow stopped the fire and brought him back to the camp, ey? Good idea.

 

In addition i was not able to move since i was on the floor xD

 

Maybe I'll just shoot myself. Sorry, guys, so so sorry!

 

Vlad and Roach made their way back to our little settlement without Von's help. p) Roach seemed to have been injured in different ways by an explosion, and Vlad had literally crawled into the room. I sat there on the armlean of the couch, looking at them both, not really knowing what to do.
"Are there any deeds that I should may attempt for the brave souls of yours?" I asked.
Yeah, in case you never noticed, Benjamin speeks with a kind of over-proud phraseology..

 

Well you can rescue a lady in distress if hes still there, go back to the nazi outpost and you iwll find a german on the way, dont shoot him hes the docot i was talking about, hes got my wepons but i put the safety on just to make sure, he couldnt of have ran anywhere because he was to scared to

 

"Your proposal shall be handled" I said before I nodded to him and walked off. Walking slowly down the grey hallway, I peeked into every room I came by to look for the doctor, and watched my back regularly. According to Vlad, this man was an easily frightened person. I must admit that I was a little worried that the Doctor would have switched off the safety and put a bullet or two in me. I was not afraid of it because he would want to escape from us, but he could have thought that I was a mutant if I suddenly bumped into him somehow. And, when thinking closer to it, I think he would have shot me even if he did get a good and long look at me, when thinking about my own appearance.

As I approached around a corner nearby, he was standing there with his back to me. "Doctor" I said. The man looked like he exploded. He jumped up into the air and wasn't far from hitting his head into the roof before he turned around quickly and did not even aim the P90 properly as he fired a short burst of shots towards me, wildly, all missing me. Then a fifth shot at my shoulder just a couple of secounds later, as he aimed more properly. My shoulder was pushed back a little bit at the impact between the bullet and the armored coat. The man stood there, more frightened than ever as he dropped the weapon in obvious fear. I slowly raised one of my big eyebrows before I picked the bullet out from between the coat and the plate with my pointing-finger and my thumb, and dropped it onto the floor.

"Greetings," I said with a more cozy voice as if what had just happened, never really happened. "May I interrupt your private endeavours?" I asked. He seemed to calm down a little bit, but still seemed quite confused as if he did not know what to say. "We have been expecting your arrival" I said mysteriously as I crouched over and picked up my P90 before I straightened up again. "Follow my path to your saviours, my friend, for salvation is near" I preached before I signaled him, with my head, to follow as I started walking back down the hallway..

 

Umm wasnt boris unconcious and i agve the P90 to the doctor you still got my M4

 

Damnit, I keep mixing between you and Boris xD I'll edit it.

 

(Awesome, we're back on track )

I checked my ammo, only 2 mags left. As long as the librarians kept away, we would be fine. Surely even animals could see their dead companions as a danger signal? I waited for Benjamin and the doctor to arrive...

 

I copied Steven's idea and yelled "We're arriving" when getting to the camp so they wouldn't shoot us. I arrived at the camp with the Doctor, and pointed at Boris on the couch. "That man is in need, and if you make sure to stabilize him, you will most likely be granted with life" I said.

Well, It's up to you to control what the doctor is doing, Vlad, since you're the one that brought him into this and you're the leader

 

I managed to crawl my way into the room i sat in the corner unable do do almost anything, i could barely sit straight so no chance of me being able to stand up looking at the doctor i said "You fix our friend here and you will live, do anything funny and you will get a bullet between the eyes or we could just leave you here with nothing to fend for yourself" he didnt say a word knowing that he cant change my mind, he took off his bag, medical supplies and that and started to treat Borys the best he can after a while he said "This is all i can do here but i need a basic medical lab to treat him completly, hes got shrapnell in his neck which needs extraction" when i heard that i was shocked, but we had no choice, we had to save Boris, changing my filter i though of our options then one thing came out to mind, i dreadded every second of me thinking about it, then i said to the group "We have no choice, we have to go to Cursed...

 

The grossing feeling of fear chilled down my spine as Vlad said that. I had heard the worst about cursed, that it was even worse than the library we found ourselves in. The name of the station said it all. "Thou mean we shall bring Boris to Cursed station? How will that help him? Would it not be better to lead him back to university? And how about you and Roach? How will you manage?" I asked, looking at their tired bodies.

 

As they discussed our options, I kept my kalash at the ready, and watched the doctor carefully. He probably wouldn't jeopardize his shaky safety, but probably wasn't good enough. He cleaned around the wound with alcohol, and I was relieved to see that what I had thought was a fatal injury was actually smaller. But the blood was still flowing, and Boris neck (which was all the skin I could see) was a very pale white. I collected Boris' backpack, and tested if I could carry everything. It seemed okay. Of course, I would be practically defenseless, and any dodging would be out of the question, especially if I was helping support Boris. But Benjamin and Vlad, and possibly Roach would provide gunfire and reliable support.

 

"It's that or Boris die, the closest neutral station or ranger base are miles away, boris wont make it that far, itl take me a few hours to get back to full strengh im tougher than i look, 5 years in the steptsnaz and you know who you are, we will make a stretcher for boris to get him there and i will carry Roach, the rest will need to cover us.
We will start to guard on shifts, ill be the first, we should only stay here for about 1 hour so make it count." looking at benjamin i sayd. "He saved us more times than you can imagine, its our turn to save him, we owe him our lives and im gonna do my best to repay that dept and so will you."

 

"Understood...Petrovichk" I said in a sort of mysterious way to Vlad before I walked over and sat down against the wall. Another short moment of rest. I pulled out the Laphroaig from my backpack and took some sips from it. Hopefully the alcohol in my blood would minor the aches in my entire body after being thrown at the wall.

 

I started looking around for items to make a rudimentary stretcher. There were two long metal pipes, one slightly rusty, but when I put some of my weight on it, it didn't bend or break. I put a little more pressure onto it, and it bent, but it was a little flexible, springing back into it's original shape. Okay, that was good. Now we need good materials for the harness. Most of my rags were pretty old, and could be torn easily. Our belts were all leather, quite tough, and I had two, (one for my knife), so they would have to hold most of the weight. "Hey, you guys, any belts?" I asked as I strapped mine around the two poles.

 

I looked over at Steven whom asked for our belts. I put the bottle back into the backpack, put the tranquilizer and its needles in the backpack aswell, unstrapped the belt around my coat and handed it to him. The long, double, wide, strong leather-belt. "May I ask what you would need it for?" I asked. He seemed to be working at something. Something clever.

 

Looking at steven i realized hes got an ideea, thinking over this i said "But then my pants will fall down and you dont whanna see whats under them, but ah heck i dont need it anyway." I took out my knive, flashbang, some shotgun shells and the flare, untied the belt and handed over to Steven, "Make good use of this, if my bullets dont kill, i might as well make it laugh till it dies heh?"

 

"Vlad, the apocalypse was bad enough, keep your belt!" I said, laughing, but took it anyway. I added a bit of rope to the whole contraption, and then placed a coat over the interlocking straps and belts. It seemed solid enough, but I tested it with Boris' and my backpacks, which were about 20 kg all up. It held.

20 minutes had passed. "Hey, Benjamin, any tips or advice to make this stretcher any better?" I asked. He might have something to add which would lower the risk of anything happening as we traveled.