8 Chapter 7 : Grandpa Arman
Outside the highway, inside an abandoned house.
The weak sparks of the kerosene lamp illuminated the dark bedroom. Brian sat on the edge of the bed and carefully examined the condition of Sarah's dislocated calf.
Not long ago, after they learned that a large number of infected people would appear on the bridge, they knew that it must be extremely dangerous.
So they looked for a high slope, hoping to find Joel and Tommy at a high place, but except for the area illuminated by street lights, everything was dark.
Only the roar of gunfire coming from the bridge and the sharp roars of the infected echoed in the dark night.
The search was fruitless, so Brian could only carry Sarah on his back and continue walking along the other side of the bridge and found this abandoned house by a lake next to the highway.
They plan to take a rest tonight and check the situation at Motiao Bridge at dawn tomorrow morning.
When they entered the room, it was already in a mess, with all kinds of things scattered on the floor. It was obvious that the residents here were aware of the situation outside and had left early.
The electricity in the house was not working for some reason. There was a generator in the basement, but the cover was opened and all the gasoline inside was drained. It must have been drained out when the family left.
Fortunately, Brian found a working kerosene lamp in the utility room outside, so that he could get a glimmer of light in the darkness.
Looking at the redness and swelling that has begun to appear in Sarah's calf joints, it is conceivable that if effective treatment is not obtained, the symptoms of redness and swelling will become more and more severe, and may even produce irreversible sequelae.
"Now we're in trouble!"
Raising his head and looking at Sarah, who was already a little drowsy, Brian sighed softly, stood up, and supported the other person's body, letting her lie flat on the bed.
Then he went downstairs to the living room and found a hardwood stick, and then took two scarves from the hanging rack. Only then did he reach the bedroom on the second floor.
Arriving next to Sarah, Brian placed the wooden stick next to her dislocated calf and wrapped it tightly around it.
He didn't know that the treatment method for fractures did not care about the dislocated tube, but now he had no choice but to treat the disease.
After taking care of everything, Brian found a bed and quilt in the next room and spread it on the floor. He closed the bedroom door and locked it. Then he held the door firmly against the chair.
After turning off the kerosene lamp, Brian picked up the notebook on the table. There was also a piece of letter paper inside, which seemed to be written by the divorced resident to his relatives.
He didn't pay attention to the content above and threw it aside, putting the notebook under his head. A night of escaping and running around exhausted all his energy and physical strength. He felt the warmth brought by the quilt and felt extremely comfortable. ,.
"Comfortable!"
As soon as he closed his eyes, boundless sleepiness surged into his heart like a tide, instantly taking control of his body. His consciousness became increasingly blurry, and he fell into a deep sleep after a while.
....
"Kick..kick.."
Brian didn't know how long he had slept, but a slightly strange sound in his ears woke him up from his sleep and he opened his eyes suddenly.
It was already noon the next day, and the sun shone into the room from the window. He stood up slowly, picked up the pistol on the table, and stared at the door.
The strange sound just now was very familiar to Brian. It was the sound of something stepping on the stairs and squeezing. Although the other person walked very carefully, he still heard it immediately.
Slowly walking to the bed, he gently patted Sarah, who was still sleeping soundly. When she woke up, he immediately pointed to the door and made a shushing gesture.
Sarah, who had just woken up and was still a little confused, immediately woke up when she saw this situation, nodded obediently, and promised not to make any noise.
The room suddenly fell into a dead silence, but there was no unusual movement outside.
I don't know how long it took, but just when Brian thought it might be his imagination, the door handle of the bedroom suddenly turned, making the two people who had been relaxed suddenly become nervous again.
"Is anyone in there?"
The bedroom door was locked. People outside immediately realized that someone might be hiding in the bedroom, but he had no intention of hiding it, so he immediately asked.
Hearing an old voice coming from outside the door, Brian hesitated for a moment and then replied:
"Who are you?"
"Huh!"
The person outside the door let out a soft sigh when he heard the voice of a child coming out. He was obviously a little surprised, but he continued:
"My name is Arman, kid. This is where my daughter lives. Don't worry, I won't hurt you. Will you open the door?"
"..."
"Can you treat the bone injury?"
"What?"
The person outside the door did not expect that the child inside would ask such a question, but he immediately understood the key and said:
"Of course, I used to be a medical soldier. If it's not too much, I should be able to do it."
After receiving a definite answer, Brian did not hesitate. He pulled out the chair against the door and gently unlocked the door. Then he quickly stepped back and said with the muzzle of the gun still pointed at the door: "Come in."
'Crunch'
As soon as he finished speaking, the bedroom door was gently pushed open. An old man with white hair and a kind face stood at the door. He held a shotgun in his hand and scanned the situation in the bedroom in surprise.
"Are you two children the only ones here? Where are your Parents?"
Brian didn't answer the old man's question. After the outbreak of the plague, he is highly wary of strangers, but he doesn't say anything about Sarah lying on the bed.
"There are only two of us here. My father and uncle have been separated from us in order to lure away those monsters."
Then she said to Brian who was still holding the pistol beside her:
"Brian put the gun down, we're not doing this."
Looking at Sarah's kind eyes, Brian felt something suddenly touched his heart. Without saying anything, he just silently put away his pistol and said to the old man in front of him:
"My name is Brian and she is Sarah. I'm really sorry for treating you like that."
"No, no."
Seeing the boy opposite put down his pistol, Arman just waved his hand and didn't take it to heart. He walked to Sarah's side and saw the legs tightly wrapped in a scarf, facing the side. Brian of said:
"Did you do this?"
Feeling the strange gaze from the other party, Brian felt that he seemed to have done something wrong, but he still nodded and admitted.
"Nonsense!"
Glancing helplessly at the young man in front of him, Arman hurried to the bedside and quickly untied the scarf wrapped around his legs.
Overnight, the redness and swelling became more and more obvious, and the entire leg began to swell to a considerable degree.
"Hey, roll up your quilt and let her lean on it."
Seeing that the situation was not particularly serious, Arman secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as he saw Sarah, he thought of his little granddaughter, so he didn't want to see the kind-hearted little girl in front of him leaving any lifelong regrets.
"...oh!"
Seeing Arman being so angry, Brian understood that he must have been a disservice, and suddenly felt a little guilty. When he heard what the other party said, he quickly started to do it without refuting it.
"Kid, relax."
When Sarah was leaning on the quilt, Arman lifted the injured right leg of the other party, bent the knee joint to 90 degrees, then held her calf with one hand pressed it down, and covered the knee with the other hand from behind and pulled upward.
He looked at Sarah, who had a nervous face and was staring at her legs, and asked with some concern:
"How do you feel, Sarah."
"ah?"
Sarah, who was staring closely at her right leg, suddenly heard the old man's concerned greeting and subconsciously raised her head to look at him.
At this moment, Arman's hands made a strong force, and with a crisp "click" sound, the dislocated calf was instantly reset.
Sarah, who had just raised her head and looked confused, felt a heartbreaking pain in her right leg, and her words suddenly turned into a scream.
But after the pain passed, she was pleasantly surprised to find that her right leg, which she had lost control of, began to gradually regain consciousness, which immediately made her feel ecstatic.
All the experiences of last night were constantly swirling in the girl's mind. Sarah understood that it was because of her leg injury that her father and Uncle Tommy lured the infected people away to ensure their safety and that Brian carried her through the rugged mountain road with difficulty.
All this made her feel extremely frustrated and felt that she was a burden to everyone.
Looking at her right leg which was now under her control, Sarah suddenly clenched her fists and secretly made up her mind that she would never be a drag on others anymore, she must make herself stronger.
"Thank you, Grandpa Arman."
After rubbing Sarah's little head and feeling the sincerity in the girl's tone, Arman nodded with a smile, expressing his acceptance and thanking her.
Then he stopped smiling, looked at the two children in front of him, and asked the question he desperately wanted to know:
"Did you meet anyone else when you got here?"
When Brian heard this, he remembered that this place was the residence of the other party's daughter. The other party obviously came here to look for relatives.
But when they came here, the place was already empty. Just when he was about to shake his head to express that he didn't know, he suddenly remembered the letter from last night.
With a slap on the back of his head, Brian hurriedly searched the ground and finally found the letter in a corner under the bed.
"Look, is this the right thing?"
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