Off the road, inside an abandoned house.
The weak spark from the kerosene lamp illuminated the dark bedroom and Brian sat on the edge of the bed to carefully examine the condition of Sarah's dislocated calf.
Not long ago, after learning that there would be a large number of infected people on the bridge, they knew that the bridge must be extremely dangerous.
They then looked for a high slope, hoping to find Joel and Tommy at the high place, but except for the area illuminated by the street lights, everything was dark.
Only the roar of gunfire from the direction of the bridge and the incomparably sharp roar of the infected echoed in the dark night.
The search was fruitless, and Brian was only able to carry Sarah on his back across the bridge to find the abandoned house by a lake off the side of the road.
Plan to get a good night's rest and head to the bridge to check out the situation when it gets light tomorrow morning.
When they entered the room, it was already in a mess, and all kinds of things were scattered all over the place. Obviously, the residents here knew the situation outside and left early.
The electricity in the house is not available for some reason. There is a generator in the basement, but the lid is open and all the gasoline inside has been emptied. I think it should have been emptied when the family left.
Fortunately, Brian found a working kerosene lamp in the outside utility room, which was the only way to get a ray of light in the darkness.
Looking at the redness and swelling in Sarah's calf joints that have begun to appear, it is conceivable that without effective treatment, the symptoms of redness and swelling will become increasingly severe, and may even have irreversible consequences.
"This is a problem!"
Looking at the already sleepy Sarah, Brian sighed softly, stood up and supported the other person's body, making her lie down on the bed.
He then went downstairs to the living room to find a hardwood stick and took two scarves from the hanger before returning to the bedroom on the second floor.
Coming to Sarah's side, Brian placed the stick next to her dislocated calf and wrapped it tightly around her neck.
I didn't know that treating fractures wouldn't work for the dislocated tube, but now I had no choice but to be a dead horse and a live horse doctor.
After finishing everything, Brian found a bed and a quilt in the next room and spread them on the floor, closed the bedroom door and locked it, and then used a chair to hold the door firmly.
After extinguishing the kerosene lamp, Brian picked up the notebook on the table, with a piece of letter paper on it, which seemed to have been written by the deceased resident to his relatives.
Not caring about the above, he threw it aside, put the notebook under his head, and ran away and ran all night, exhausting all his mental and physical strength. He felt the warmth provided by the quilt, and only felt extremely comfortable.
"Comfortable!"
As soon as he closed his eyes, boundless drowsiness flooded his mind like a tide, and he instantly controlled his body, his consciousness became increasingly blurry, and he fell into a deep sleep after a while.
...
"Kick... Kick..."
Brian didn't know how long he had been asleep, but the slight noise in his ears woke him from his sleep and he opened his eyes abruptly.
At this time, it was noon on the second day, and the sun was shining into the room from the window. He slowly stood up, picked up the gun on the table, and looked closely at the direction of the door.
The abnormal noise just now was very familiar to Brian, it was the sound of something stepping on the stairs and squeezing them, although the other party walked very carefully, he could still hear it immediately.
Walking slowly to the side of the bed, he patted Sarah who was still sleeping, and when the other party woke up, he immediately pointed to the door and made a booing gesture.
Sarah, who had just woken up and was still a little confused, immediately woke up when she saw this and nodded obediently.
Guaranteed not to make any noise.
The room suddenly fell into a deathly silence, but there was no abnormal movement outside.
I don't know how much time passed, just when Brian thought it might be his illusion, the door handle of the room suddenly turned, and the two people who had been relaxed immediately tensed up again.
"Is anyone there?"
The bedroom door was locked, and the people outside immediately noticed that there might be someone hiding in this bedroom, but he had no intention of hiding, so he asked directly.
Brian hesitated for a moment when he heard an old voice coming from the other side of the door, but he still answered out loud:
"Who are you?"
"What!"
When the people outside the door heard the voice of a child coming out, they murmured, obviously feeling a little surprised, but he continued:
"My name is Yarman, boy. This is where my daughter lives. Don't worry, I won't hurt you. Open the door, please?"
"..."
"Can you place the bones?"
"What?"
The people outside the door did not expect the child inside to ask such a question, but he immediately wanted to understand the key, so he said:
"Of course, I used to be a doctor, and if it wasn't too serious, I should be fine."
After getting a definite answer, Brian did not hesitate, he pushed the chair against the door, gently opened the door, and then quickly stepped back, with the gun still pointed at the door and said, "Come in."
crunch..
As soon as the voice fell, the bedroom door was gently pushed open, and a white-haired, kind-hearted old man stood at the door with a shotgun in his hand, looking at the situation in the bedroom in surprise.
"Are you two children here? What about your adults?"
Brian did not answer the question of the old man in front of him. He might have been influenced by some jobs in his previous life. After the outbreak of the plague, he always had a high degree of vigilance against outsiders.
"There are only the two of us here. My father and uncle have separated from us to distract those monsters."
He then said to Brian, who was still holding a gun:
"Bryan, put the gun down, we're not doing this right."
Looking at Sarah's eyes full of kindness, Brian felt something suddenly touched his heart, and he didn't say anything, just silently put away the gun and said to the old man in front of him:
"My name is Brian, this is Sarah, and I'm so sorry I did that to you just now."
"It's ok no problem."
Seeing the boy on the opposite side put down his gun, Yarman just waved his hand and didn't take it seriously. He walked to Sarah's side and saw the leg tightly wrapped around the neck, looking to the side. Brian said:
"Did you do this?"
Feeling the other party's strange gaze, Brian felt that he seemed to have done something wrong, but he nodded to admit it.
"¡Shit!"
Glaring angrily at the boy in front of him, Yarman ran to the side of the bed and quickly untied the scarf around his legs.
During the night, the redness and swelling became more and more apparent, and the entire leg began to look swollen to varying degrees.
Go ahead, roll up your duvet and let her lean on it.
Seeing that the situation was not particularly serious, Yarman secretly felt relieved. As soon as he saw Sarah, he thought of his little granddaughter, so he didn't want to see the kind-hearted little girl in front of him leaving lifelong regrets.
Seeing Yarman so angry, Brian realized that he should be doing a disservice and suddenly felt a little guilty. Hearing the other party's words, he did not refute and immediately started to do so.
"Kid, relax."
As Sarah lay on the quilt, Yarman lifted her injured right leg, bent the knee to 90 degrees, then held her calf with one hand and pressed it down, while the other hand covered the knee from behind.
He looked at Sarah, who was looking at her leg with a nervous face, and asked with some concern:
"How do you feel, Sara?"
"What?"
Sarah, who was looking at her right leg, suddenly heard the old man's affectionate greeting and unconsciously raised her head to look at him.
At this moment, Yarman's hands clenched tightly, only to hear a crisp "click". The dislocated calf was instantly restored.
And Sarah, who had just raised her head with a dazed face, only felt a sharp pain in her right leg, and her response suddenly turned into a scream.
But after the pain passed, she was pleasantly surprised to find that her right leg, which had been out of control, gradually regained consciousness, which immediately made her feel ecstatic.
All the experiences of the previous night were still running through the girl's head, and Sarah understood that it was because of the leg injury that Dad and Uncle Tommy would attract the infected to stay safe, and Brian asked her to take him back on the difficult journey through the rugged mountain road.
All this made her feel extremely depressed, feeling that she was everyone's weight and burden.
Looking at the right leg that had returned to her control, Sarah suddenly clenched her fists and decided that she should not become a burden to others, she should become stronger.
"Thank you, Yarman."
Rubbing Sarah's little head, sensing the sincerity in the girl's tone, Arman nodded with a smile and expressed his acceptance and gratitude.
Then he held back his smile, looked at the two children in front of him, and asked them the question he desperately wanted to know:
"Did you meet anyone else when you got here?"
When Brian heard this, he remembered that this was the residence of the other party's daughter, and the other party was obviously here to find relatives.
But when they got here, it was already empty, just as he was about to shake his head to show that he didn't know, he suddenly remembered the letter from last night.
With a pat on the back of his head, Brian quickly searched the floor and finally found the letter in a corner under the bed.
"Look, this is all."