Seemed appropriate (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uAE6Il6OTcs)<br/><br/>Coughing he stared up at the sky watching the clouds drift lazily across the blue sea. The burning in his chest hurt but it wasn't too bad, it would leave a scar though. Breathing came with a lot of difficulty and when it did come it was ragged and shallow. Reaching down he fiddled with one of the pouches on his vest pulling out a well used photo. Staring at it he sighed before giving out another ragged cough. A bloody finger dragged across the picture leaving a red blemish. Putting it back Warner tried to sit up, spitting out blood into the dry ground. God damn it hurt but it didn't look to bad at least when he looked down at his chest. Blood stained his fatigues and armor, in the noon day sun the red seemed so much brighter. Laying his head back he drew a ragged breath and closed his eyes.<br/><br/>Why him of all people to stuck in this place. Land of heathens, hellish sights and people who have no respect for what this land used to be. This was his homeland and these people were arrogant of it all. Spitting on the very thing he signed up to defend but here he was one man in hostile territory. Hostile territory of what used to be friendly. He remembered coming home from tours to happy families now what does he come home to? This shit is what he came home to. God America had gone to shit to have her soldiers dying on her land. Chuckling Warner remembered the shopping malls he used to shop at. He was never a big fan of them but now he would kill for one, just one slice of civilization. Maybe a cheeseburger with some french fries would be nice but no all he had of what used to be was the MRAP, some MREs, the Ark and some photos.<br/><br/>Opening his eyes again Warner turned his head and saw Am maintaining a respectful distance. Say what you want about the strange man with screws in his head, he was smart. Moving his head brown eyes swept over Rez and her men all circled around him like vultures poised to kill a wounded animal. No longer was he a predator in their eyes, just prey inside a hard shell. No longer would he be safe outside his vehicle and that was the worst part of it. If he left here he'd be killed somewhere else the minute he stepped out of Betty. That was if Betty was even going to come back to him. There she was sitting in the desert like a gem of a age long past. They had been through so much in the past few weeks as the scattered bullet holes attested to. Now she was going to be defiled by some thieves, innards ripped apart and spread around. Several boxes of food, supplies and such that would mean that anyone he woke up in the Ark would be at a loss to be fed or supplied. Was that worth it? Losing this reminder of what he longed for? Losing his home? Losing those critical supplies?<br/><br/>Staggering to his feet clutching his chest Warner spit out blood at Rez's feet,<br/><br/>"You shoot a defenseless man, and you call yourself a fighter." Sneering at her he looked over his shoulder and did the math. "Am, take care of Betty don't let these fucks defile her. She's yours now, I'll be back for her. Good luck getting her going." Limping he pushed the bikers aside and made for the Hold which he doubted he would make it but it's the best hope. Security systems at the Ark didn't unlock the infirmary yet so he had to hope the "doctor" there would help with no payment. Doubtful given how these fucking savages did things but he could only hope. Looking up he noticed some vultures overhead as he climbed the hill,<br/><br/>"Not dead yet fuckers..." Looking down at the valley he laughed, it carried down the slope filling the valley. "Should of left the Bean and Cheese MREs for them"<br/><br/>