Harley was left scurrying around on the ground. His arm was pretty much shot, and his other limbs were so hurt that it would be counterproductive to even move. The monster graciously traversed the woods like a figure skater working the ice. It found a deer, a doe to be exact. The creature was amazed by the doe and the white spots in its back.
"Beauty is you."
Meanwhile in the cabins, the unit were licking their wounds. Sears had a headache that he opted for curing by placing an ice cube on his forehead after he laid on the couch. Scott had popped his arm back into place and once finished, he did the same for Joey. Alexandria had many cuts and bruises that she fixed with towels and saranwrap. Mistress finally finished her second rotisserie chicken.
"We need to go shopping, preferably sometime within the hour."
"Tomorrow. We'll go tomorrow."
Sears had been on the couch, almost asleep, hadn't seen this much action since a sting operation he had in Milwaukee that went wrong the worst possible way. He opened one eye big enough to let him peek at Mistress. When he took off his black Kevlar vest, the unit could simply see that he was riddled with purple bruises, and his joints were making noises when they moved.
"But we have no supplies to deal with this stuff. Look at Joey!"
"So? I remember using a candle and a knife as a bandage. A broken arm is nothing to a Morter round."
Her face was simply disturbed. Her eyes had been bloodshot, and she was tired, but that meal had fed her well enough to keep her awake.
"I don't want to be rude, but can the two of you please be quiet?"
Scott hadn't been active as he worked on the floor. His eyes were heavy and he was close to messing up his stitches. He already popped his arm back into socket and using his bandages to hold his broken bones together. He wasn't even going to return to his bathtub when he was done.
"Sorry. I guess we'll pick this back up tomorrow."
Mistress collapsed into her bed once she reached her room. Alexandria was cleaning her wounds and, Sears went to the kitchen and got more ice cubes. Scott and Joey were going through some wild headaches. Joey had woken up in the middle of the night and tried to get something to drink.
"This is impossible! I can't do anything!"
He managed to open up the fridge with his one working finger and grabbed a drink, a diet soda in particular. For the first ten seconds, he had been patient in trying to grab it. But when he hadn't got it after the seventh attempt, he got angry. Scott woke up to the sound of Joey smashing the can with his palm.
"What's going on in there?"
Scott had got off the living room floor and walked towards the kitchen. Joey was laying on the ground with his back to the fridge door. He hated how he had to work with so little. Scott never really felt at home after he left the Tempest Tide. Now, he had been sent back centuries in time. He had no clue of where to go.
"I can't do this."
"Do what?"
"Spend god knows how long working with just this!"
Scott took a seat next to Joey. Neither of them had been feeling too well but Scott had been in worse conditions. For Joey, this was the bottom of the barrel. He wouldn't be able to do laundry, cook dinner, or perform any action without resistance from his own hands.
"Listen, I'm going to spend just as long without this thing working. We're in this together!"
Joey looked over to Scott who motioned to his arm in a sling. He doesn't understand.
"Can you open the can for me?"
Scott took the can from the fridge and opened it. He tried to hand it to Joey but thanks to how his hands were simply bandaged instead of being placed in casts, he couldn't hold it.
"Do you need a hand with that?"
"What the hell do you think?"
Like a baby almost, Scott lifted the soda to Joey's mouth. It would work like this for the next several months.
"Here we are. After you dragged me out of heaven for this place."
After what felt like centuries, BB and the DA had escaped the end of everything. They had found a world so familiar. For BB, it was the perfect time for work. For the DA, it was the near future. They had a simple understanding that was mutually agreed upon but alas, they were enemies at the end of the day.
"I feel great if you ask me. You can go wherever you want but just don't go where I'm at."
"Yeah, yeah, or you'll cut my head off and nail it to your dad's door. You little psycho."
BB cracked a small smile.
"Right back at you. Now, I'll be looking forward to not looking at you."
With a hefty handshake and a cold gaze, the two separated. BB would be heading for New Chicago. The DA would be heading for Utah to revive any semblance of his old life. Perhaps he would stop by Milwaukee sometime soon.
"Need a ride?"
Whilst they had come back, BB had brought someone with him. It was Sugar. See, when the library was burning, BB had moved to the emergency coordinates section. See, BB had dropped the crew of the Tempest Tide off in 1993, ODETTA had been hardwired to drop off the crew at a random time of which was labeled in the book. Thus, he removed every date besides that of 1993. In a final move against the machine, he had guaranteed his victory against it.
"Sure, thing mister."
"So where to?"
Sugar was woken up in a field in New York. He was given a ride by a friend of a friend. Someone with circular glasses and a good bit of bandages. BB, on his long walk from the Midwest United States to New Chicago, found a monster whilst crossing the woods.
"Who's there?"