Zzyxx walked with Nixon. He opened his Mercedes car door for him and they both got in. Zzyxx sped off back towards the school. "They're not going to leave you know." He assumed that's what Nixon wanted. Another fight and more bloodshed.
Dexter ran over to Margret. His wounds were deep and he had barely any energy left. Dexter held Margret in his arms. "Shit, shit, shit..." He felt weak; almost as if he was going to pass out. He wouldn't let her die. She was the start of a great colony. She was how he was going to stay alive. Dexter knew enough not to pull the blade out of her. If she wanted to heal quicker he would need to keep the blade in and then sew her up. He knew that he would need to do the same as well. "One day to heal isn't enough." Then Dexter heard someone approach. His night vision allowed him to see a tall man. He seemed sullen for some reason. For what Dexter had no clue, but then the man spoke of helping them. "If you want to help, then we need to get both of us ready to fight in 1 day. That means we need to stitch both of us up ASAP. Please get stuff for us to do that. We'll be waiting in there" Dexter pointed to the shipping container he was using as a make shift base. "Hurry and we'll discuss long term help."