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The woman rose, having finished wrapping her arm in a layer of thick bandages.  She'd pulled out the bullets and sewed each hole shut using dental floss.  it kind of burned a little becuase of the mint flavoring, but it had to do.  She stared at the hand-made stitches on her arm, wondering just exactly how she knew to treat this properly.  From what she could remember, she didn't have medical experience.  But.. what could she remember? Closing her eyes tightly, the black haired woman thought hard.  But.. there was nothing to think about.. nothing to remember.. all that met her was darkness.  Wiggling her toes again, and then her fingers, she counted to one hundred and stood.  Well.. her mind wasn't so hurt that she was losing body function, but she couldn't remember what time it was.. what day it was.. nothing.  She was clearly concussed.. or something.  Staring at the broken bodies of the Three bandits who had attacked her, she recalled the fluid motions of her blades, slicing right through them as if it was her job.  It had been so easy.. and she'd even aimed for parts of their body that were weak.. neck, thigh, armpit.  She leafed through their belongings smoothly, finding some bottle caps [i]weird[/i] and a bunch of ammo for the guns they'd been shooting. Well.. she had no need for bottle caps.  Picking up the gun, she found she had no idea which part was what.  Obviously aim the part with the hole away from herself.. right? And then.. pull the little trigger thing.  BANG.  Her arm flew back and the gun flew out of her hand and skittered to the ground.  Great job, you idiot. She didn't try to pick up the weapon again. [i]Definitely not my thing.. i guess.[/i]

Shaking her head, the woman wandered away from the carnage, she needed a place to recover, the wound on her head.. she'd treated it the best she could, but she still needed to drink water to replenish her fluids and take a rest.. considering she'd just been attacked by random people.. this was probably not a safe place.  So.. she'd just have to wander until she could find a place safe enough to rest.  Hopefully soon.  She wasn't in very good shape.

Hours had passed since she started walking aimlessly.  She was hot and her body was starting to feel like Spaghetti.  She blinked twice as she saw several forms appearing over the horizon.  People.. one apparently sitting in a chair.  Considering the last time she'd seen people, they shot her twice, she wasn't keen on approaching them.  She was weak, and hopelessly outnumbered.  Instinct kicking in, she stopped, resting her hand on the handle of her machete.  [i]You aren't in any condition to fight.[/i]  She told herself.  But you know.. if they attacked, she'd rather go out swinging.. [i]God damnit.. think.. think.. THINK.  USE YOUR HEAD[/i]  She closed her eyes and attempted to think up a plan.  However, as soon as she started to think, the wound on her head twinged, causing her to lose focus.  She cursed under her breath, bringing her hand up to the wound.  Well.. it was bleeding again.  Not as much as before, but still pretty bad.. if she just had some super glue she could glue it together... [i]BAH.[/i]  Whatever.. it was time to face facts.. if these people didn't help her she was going to die anyways.  So.. she took a chance, moving her hand away from her weapons and calling out to them from afar.  [b]"HEY!"[/b]  [i]hey.. really? you freaking idiot... whatever..[/i]