Twenty-Five
Björn and Annie carried John’s body away from the battlefield, and when sure they were out of danger, Annie bent down to examine his wounds. After a short scan, she looked up to Björn. Her eyes said it before she even spoke a word.
“These injuries are very severe. He’s slowly bleeding out. I’m not sure if his body can handle this, considering how weak he’s been.”
She threw a glance towards the figures of men and women clashing against each other, blades swinging and metal clinking against metal. Most of them had no guns, and to some extent, if felt like they preferred it this way. It was a battle where humans thirsted for blood and the taste of it, the feel of it against their skin. A battle of equals.
Björn let out a deep breath, feeling how much his ribs still hurt. So ma
