Despite Tex's half-hearted protests, we changed direction and started out of the ruins, but getting out was easier said than done. We'd managed to get a fair distance into the devastated city even before we'd met the first ambush, and moving Tex with us wasn't easy. He insisted on trying to walk at first, but every movement caused blood to seep through the patch job Doc had done on him, so he was finally overridden. The fact that Doc, wiry as he was, could have taken the much bigger Tex in a wrestling match without breaking a sweat may have helped decide the issue.
It was slow going. Chasity and I took turns carrying the makeshift litter with Doc and pulling security. Doc trooped along with the litter so he could monitor his patient, but even he kept his sidearm slung ready. Hopefully we'd given the yellow muties enough of a bad taste that they wouldn't come near us again, but with one of us wounded, there wasn't any guarantee that they stay away. Even if they did, there was always some nightmare beast nestled away in the ruins of these old cities.
As we soon found out.
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