Post by Mercy Lockheart on Nov 3, 2016 15:47:13 GMT -5
Mercy was driving the lifted Bronco as Julie was reading a map. They had stopped at a few places such as drug stores and convenient stores, but they were ransacked. So they were aiming for hospitals. And sadly, the closest is south of them in Sierra Vista. Pulling out a Cigarette from her pack, she handed the pack to Julie. Pulling the lighter up, she lit her's and then handed that too to Julie. She seemed like she needed one. Clearing her throat as she exhaled, Mercy would break the silence. "Thank you for coming along Julie. You didn't have to come with if you had other plans to tend to with your...umm, guessing Tamara was it? is your wife?" Mercy was a bundle of nervousness and it was heard in her voice as it shook every now and then. Shifting gears, the Native American drove the truck with ease as she took a curve easily. "I'm from South Dakota. Where are you from Julie? And she was now trying to make small talk to try and ease her nerves a bit, like anyone else she supposed. They were half way there when they saw a sign saying that the next hospital was in 15 miles. Taking a drag and inhaling the smoke, she slowly exhaled it as she put her window down fully. With her one hand on the steering wheel and her other hand resting on her lap that had the cigarette. Mercy wasn't going to be shifting since she was already in fourth gear and driving at a steady 69-70 miles per hour. This was an ease feeling for her. Open drive for her, no tight formed convoy. You are your own guide.
"Me, I'm from South Dakota. I'm Kiowa Native American. My parents called me Roaming Coyote since I didn't stay in one place for to long and said I had the eyes of a Coyote when I was first born. Always watching everyone like a animal backed into a corner." Taking another drag, she flicked the ash out of the window as she continued talking. "I was an only child, worked on the family farm taking care of the Horses, Cows and even chickens. It was also my task to shoot at predators that came upon out lands. Eventually, I went to college and became a Certified Nurses Aide and also did EMT work as well. Was always into the Medical field and love helping those that need to be fixed up."
Smoking her cigarette again, she felt her nerves easing up more as she drove still. Hospital, 10 miles. Her eyes looked at Julie and she smiled at her. Mercy felt like she was losing things to talk about. Her eyes fell on the M-16 again. "That is a beautiful Rifle. Always wanted to have an M-16 when I was younger. So I was able to get the next best thing when I was buying my weapons a long time ago, my Ruger Mini 14. Had to self teach myself how to shoot, clean the guns and how to reload the ammo. Eventually, I went to the firing range in Vermillion and was taught a bit more how to properly fire the Ruger and my 380 handgun. The instructor was nice, don't get me wrong, but he was from a different Tribe. Apache. We were both surprised that we were able to get along so well knowing we were from two different tribes. I found him dead outside of the range two years ago..." Frowning a bit, she took one more hit off the cigarette before tossing it out the window. Exhaling through her mouth, her eyes saw Hospital, five miles. "So what were you doing on that day? Me, I was on the bus being called out to a four car pile up. My partner had gotten bitten by one of the Zombo's and we took off when we were instructed by the police. While I was driving, my partner turned on me. Thankfully for the steel grate door on my Ambulance. As I was trying to get to my side arm, I crashed into a car that was in the middle of the road. I blacked out for hours. When I came through, it was already night and my partner's body had went through the steel grate and went through the windshield. I was able to get back to the Hospital and get into ol' Red, this Bronco here. I drove home...I found my dad on the porch dead. Someone had raided the house and killed him. All because he was defending our home and land. But, At least his pain ended quickly. They put a bullet in his head. I never found my mother. Probably dead somewhere."
"Me, I'm from South Dakota. I'm Kiowa Native American. My parents called me Roaming Coyote since I didn't stay in one place for to long and said I had the eyes of a Coyote when I was first born. Always watching everyone like a animal backed into a corner." Taking another drag, she flicked the ash out of the window as she continued talking. "I was an only child, worked on the family farm taking care of the Horses, Cows and even chickens. It was also my task to shoot at predators that came upon out lands. Eventually, I went to college and became a Certified Nurses Aide and also did EMT work as well. Was always into the Medical field and love helping those that need to be fixed up."
Smoking her cigarette again, she felt her nerves easing up more as she drove still. Hospital, 10 miles. Her eyes looked at Julie and she smiled at her. Mercy felt like she was losing things to talk about. Her eyes fell on the M-16 again. "That is a beautiful Rifle. Always wanted to have an M-16 when I was younger. So I was able to get the next best thing when I was buying my weapons a long time ago, my Ruger Mini 14. Had to self teach myself how to shoot, clean the guns and how to reload the ammo. Eventually, I went to the firing range in Vermillion and was taught a bit more how to properly fire the Ruger and my 380 handgun. The instructor was nice, don't get me wrong, but he was from a different Tribe. Apache. We were both surprised that we were able to get along so well knowing we were from two different tribes. I found him dead outside of the range two years ago..." Frowning a bit, she took one more hit off the cigarette before tossing it out the window. Exhaling through her mouth, her eyes saw Hospital, five miles. "So what were you doing on that day? Me, I was on the bus being called out to a four car pile up. My partner had gotten bitten by one of the Zombo's and we took off when we were instructed by the police. While I was driving, my partner turned on me. Thankfully for the steel grate door on my Ambulance. As I was trying to get to my side arm, I crashed into a car that was in the middle of the road. I blacked out for hours. When I came through, it was already night and my partner's body had went through the steel grate and went through the windshield. I was able to get back to the Hospital and get into ol' Red, this Bronco here. I drove home...I found my dad on the porch dead. Someone had raided the house and killed him. All because he was defending our home and land. But, At least his pain ended quickly. They put a bullet in his head. I never found my mother. Probably dead somewhere."