My brother's trying to keep me alive.  I can't walk.  I can only hop because I can't feel my right leg below the knee.  He's helping to hold me up & at times dragging me to run away as I try to keep stepping in time with my good leg.  I half want him to leave me here to die because I was bitten & I'll just be a burden to him until I die.  I tell him, "You can just leave me here.  I won't be able to do anything useful anymore.  I'll just be something to be concerned about.  An expensive annoying pet."
 "Shut up."  He stops for a second & slings me over his shoulder & it hurts my stomach for a second when he starts running again.  & then we're at the car & he lies me down on the asphalt & unlocks the car & starts it.
 He's looking down at me & he says, "I'm sorry.  I'll do it as fast as I can."  He takes his rifle & lies it down so the butt's in my mouth to bite on.  He opens the back door & pulls a first aid kit out from under the front seat.  He makes a tourniquet from the rifle's gun strap & puts it just above my knee.  He takes his shotgun & shoots through my leg at the joint just below the knee severing it & he wraps the remains in gauze & I hear him say, "Fuck!"  & he pulls his rifle out of my mouth & slides me into the back seat lying down & slams the door & I hear him shoot five times before he climbs in the car & drives us away.

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