Seeking Sanctuary (Walkers) by Zelda Davis-Lindsey Page A

dead.
                  He's alive and bitching. George thought back to me.  Okay, he wasn't dead.   I saw Clint run that direction with a backboard and that's when I decided to do something.  Anything at this point was better than waiting.
                  I put my throbbing foot down and climbed, (it was more like falling) down from the truck before hobbling over the med trailer to wait with Jill and Sarah.  Jill was pale but holding little Tony to her chest as she strained to see what was going on.  A scream from the wreck site made us all jump and we had to hold Jill back. 
                  “They'll be here soon, hon.  Just hold on bit more.  We'd just be in the way. Dammit.”  Sarah said. 
                  Nevada and Bobby was in control of the kids who knew something awful had happened. We waited forever (turned out to be about half an hour) before we saw them carrying the backboard back to the medical trailer.  Mason did a double take when he saw me, then scowled big time but he knew better than to say anything.  I ignored him to look at the bloody mess on the board before they hauled him inside followed closely by Sandy, Lacy and Jill still clutching Tony tightly to her chest.
                  After Mason got things settled inside he and the other men came outside to wait with the rest of us.
                  “He was shot down by someone at that settlement.  We need to set up security just in case they decide to pay us a visit.  I really don't want to loose those weapons we just picked up but I'd trade them for safe passage through this valley.  I won't give up the rest of the vehicles though.  Anyway, we need to keep a sharp eye out.”
                  I looked over at the Dukemobile and saw the roof raise.  The boys were already getting it set up for security.   A scream made me jump a foot in the air and I turned to look at the med trailer.  A pale, shaken Jill stepped out, stopped and looked around.  Sarah put her arm around her and led her to the a tree with little shade and sat her down on a chair someone had placed there.   Melody gave her a cool bottle of water, taking the sleeping baby,and lay him gently in the small travel seat pulling the blanket over him to block the sun.  Then we all waited with her to find out Kens fate.
                  A little over an hour later, Lacy came out and walked slowly to our little group.  Grim faced she explained Ken had been lucky he wasn't hurt anymore than he was.  His right arm was broken above the elbow and the scream we heard was Joe setting it before putting a cast on it.  He had several bad cuts that were being stitched and a dislocated shoulder.  They couldn't tell if there were any internal injuries but he was a mass of bruises.  A nice bump on the head had him in and out of consciousness so it was gonna be a while before they could determine anymore injuries.
                  We'd stay put the rest of the day although I was all for leaving the valley behind.  I didn't want to have a visit in the middle of the night but Ken didn't need to be moved so we waited.  Sarah cooked up a little something for the kids but I wasn't hungry.  Mason brought me something anyway and I managed to gag down a biscuit with fried Spam.  Did the stuff ever go bad?  What kind of shelf life does a can of Spam have anyway?  I was all for trading safe passage through this valley for a case of Spam.  Hmm, there's a thought.
                 
                 
     
     

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                  Mason  had just settled me down in a chair under the tarp, stretched between two trucks, with a nice, hot cup of coffee when the shouting started.  I recognized the  Kens voice and figured