I put the female grounder on my back to carry her to the bunker with me.
But the second I was going to take a step towards my destination, I felt someone closing in on my position quickly.
I put a hand on the girl's wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding and prevent the other party, whoever they may be, from tracking us with her blood trail.
I then hid behind a bush and once again scanned the area for possible targets in the range of the sentiments that I had recently felt.
There was another grounder, a male this time.
I deemed him to be useless and having two prisoners was much riskier than one.
He looked around at the trees, the field, and the lake, and shouted something that I couldn't understand, most likely Trigedaslang.
After getting a good aim and attempting to not repeat my past mistakes, I shot the man.
And as expected, the bullet went clean through his head, or at least the damage inflicted towards the skull of my mark indicated that much.
Now that the man was dead, I hurried to bring the live woman who was in my arms into the bunker, inside of an empty room and lit a small fire using some wood and oil I had gathered not long ago to heat a knife and cauterize her wound in case, of course, my experiment failed.
And this is where I talk about my intentions, those being experimenting.
You may want to ask how and/or why, my objective was to understand if my blood had any special properties and the few materials that this old supply deposit offered were more than enough to do so.
Since I had found a few dozen syringes in enclosed packages, and also according to my research on Google about them in my previous life, if those instruments have never been used and were shielded from the sun and humidity in an enclosed container, then even after a long amount of time, they had a 99.9% chance of still working properly (I research random stuff, I know.)
Now that I had found out how I was going to experiment, you might be wondering what the purpose of my test was.
That question was simple to answer, for me at least.
I was trying to see if I could use my blood to heal others, my thinking process being that if you could heal radiation wounds with blood that was highly resistant to it then you could heal simple wounds using blood from a donor whose injuries heal quickly.
To make the treatment as efficient as possible, blood would need to be O-.
And luckily for me, that is exactly what blood type I had.
I knew that since I had overheard doctors talking about the fact I possessed universal blood back on the ark when I was still a baby (how am I able to remember that?)
I strapped the scout to a wooden chair and took one of the syringes inside the box before plunging it inside a vein.
I was aware that what I was doing was a little crude, but it was necessary or so I believed at the time.
After extracting the crimson liquid from its original owner and into the syringe, I put it on a table in a way that prevented the needle from touching its surface.
I then took the knife which I hadn't heated yet, due to me not needing to cauterize the woman's wound, and formed a small cut across my subjects's forearm before injecting the blood.
What happened next was what I would call a miracle.
The cut healed in a matter of seconds, and while it was much slower than my own regeneration, it was still remarkable.
Now that I knew that my blood could allow others to experience remarkable recovery, I decided to take the test up a notch by waking the woman up to see if drinking my blood could also accomplish anything worth noting, after all, the number of syringes was limited and we were going to need methods to heal the necessary characters.
I opened her mouth and dropped my blood inside of it before closing it tightly.
*slap* "Wakey wakey." I spoke out.
She awoke with a jolt and, after seeing her condition and her surroundings, started fighting her restraints.
But not before instinctively swallowing the weird iron-tasting crimson fluid in her mouth.
I cut her arm open again and looked carefully, the injury gradually started closing.
It was much slower than what regenerative prowess I experienced myself or the one as a result of the blood that I injected into the female stalker.
Knowing this, I smiled happily.
I had a certain amount of control over who lived or passed.
Who wouldn't be in a positive mood after that realisation?
It meant, in simple terms, I could save whoever I wanted as long as I got there in time.
But now that I knew what I wanted to know, it was time to leave the supply depot.
The grounder was surprised that her wound had closed so quickly, but to prevent her coming after me for forever reason, I had to kill her.
At least it was supposed to be the smart thing to do.
Steeling my nerves, I plunged the knife in her throat and... Pulled it back out, while soaked in her blood.
I was surprised to not feel much of anything. Well, I guess I did feel bad for any family she might have had but was nothing I would lose much sleep over
I put on the bag and filled it up with rifles before picking up a case that was filled with blankets.
Once that was done I rushed towards camp, I needed to keep everyone safe from the fog after all and affirm my position as leader a little more.
Some more influence couldn't hurt, right?