"Hell, that was really hard," Niki said, tired after the whole zombi attack. He had had to fend off many zombies that had tried to kill both him and Rachel, and he had to resort to using his carbine's butt in order to beat them as they got near. He was lucky that Rachel had been able to use his pistol with such deadly accuracy, otherwise none of them would have survived the attack, or at least they would have been left half-dead in the middle of the jungle.
"He really took a beating. Patch him up quick, Niki, I don't want to stick around here for the next wave," Ruben said, obviously shaken by the attack. Niki felt the same way, and knew that, should there it be other attack in these conditions, the fire support of the whole group would be vital.
As he checked out Donald and healed his injuries - and hoped that the luck he always boasted about would keep him from getting ill - he looked at Rachel out of the corner of his eye. He smiled when he saw the woman had managed to get on her feet. Obviously, she was really keen in getting out of there, like everybody else, and could do nothing but admire her strength of both body and spirit, because, between the beating she had endured at the hands of that Spetznaz and the zombi attack, many would have gone catatonic with the bombardment of bad things.
Absorbed as he was in healing Donald and watching Rachel, he hardly heard what Ruben was saying, but he supposed that he was saying something about getting out of the place, and he couldn't agree more with that.
"OK, guys, I've done everything possible," he said as he finished patching Donald up. "I'm not sure whether Donald will be up to walk, he took a huge beating and he is going to get really ill if what happened to Miguel happens to him. What should we do with him?"
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