The chair looked sound enough but how was it going to drive over all the gravel and stuff in the way? Omid looked at the chair and then the man standing behind it. "I-i don't think I can stand to get in it.." He admitted helplessly.

"well that won't be a problem" Otis said then grabbed the man by grabbing his arms then lifting him on the chair and placing him down "i got a big family and they jumped on me so many times i lost count" he joked then looked for the smoothest path, a dirt path. "we got a few supplies, but of your unlucky you will have to burn the wounds closed like me"

He cried out as his legs came off the ground. Omid took a couple of deep creates as he clenched the arms of the chair. "B-burn the wounds? Can't you just wrap them up?" He asked shaking some and trying not to look down at his injuries.

Waylon craned his head to look out the tent. "How many of us did they leave?" He whispered to himself as he stood. "How bad hurt is he?" The man asked Otis.

"the wound won't heal properly, but they can be stitched closed. the burning option I chose for myself" he says then scratches his neck with a new pink scar on it and a wound stitched. "we got morphine si it'll help for stitching

Omid thought for a moment. "The means you'll have to set the leg won't you?" He said nervously rubbing his thighs. "Do what ever you have to, what ever it takes to be able to walk again..."

"ok but it is in the hands of luck" Otis says then sighs and see's they are in camp. he gets the supplies and a strong stick of wood and walks out. he puts the morphine and puts it in both legs. he grabs a sewing needle and quietly prays in his head. he gets the thread and looks at the wounds. he looked at the bone pierced out of the skin. he sighs and says "i got to push it back in to begin with" he says then places both hands on the bone and takes a breath, then pushes the bone back under the skin

Omid covers his mouth with a hand an beats the side of the chair. His eyes tear up some. "Stop! Stop, stop, stop please...please." He breathed heavy. "I can't do, I can't take it..."

Waylon steps forward. "Let me do it." He said lefts the man's leg and snapping the boy back in place. Omid screamed and clenched the side of the chair. "There you go, now you can bandage it."

"ok" Otis says then gets the disinfection and pours it on the leg then bandages it and says "well at least we can go home..." Otis says then remembers the trucks were gone. he looks down the road and says "we got a long road ahead" he says

"You're telling me." Omid panted. "I won't be able to walk a step of the way at this rate." He took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his face. "Any clue as to where we are?"

"the town is 500 miles (i don't know anything about distance) and we can get there and the road is smooth enough for a wheelchair. Otis says then takes out a photo of his family and gets the bag he put under his bed. 'food water and supplies' he thinks and puts the bag over his shoulder then saw the shine of something metal. he saw a pistol and packets of ammo. he puts it in his pocket along with the ammo and walks out and says "we got a road to travel down"