We all glance in that direction, finding that it’s not any ordinary fence. I’d guess it to be at least twenty feet tall of heavy twelve inch wired squares.
Nightmare voices exactly what I was worrying about. “You better pray to whatever god you believe in, ‘cause there’s a good chance that fence is electric.”
Both lions’ heads snap to us, licking their chops and begin to stroll leisurely toward us.
“Oh fuck!” Spider says shakily, losing his shit and taking off, sprinting toward the fence.
The lions perk up at him running, crouching lower as they prepare for their next kill.
Ex catches on, realizing we’ve suddenly become more interesting to the felines, quickly becoming their next prey. “Beat feet for the fucking fence, now!”
Our steps thunder against the dirt, running full force toward the only salvation in site. If we get electrocuted, we may as well give up, ‘cause we’d be well and truly fucked. I won’t let that happen, though; I’ll defend my brothers till my last breath.
Making it to the fence, everyone jumps, scaling our wire savior as quickly as possible. I know the lions run and chase us; I can feel the sturdy metal bounce and sway as they jump after each one of us.
As soon as I reach the top, I leap. Not giving a shit if it’s fifty feet below me or twenty, it’s better than getting a limb chewed off from trying to climb down the other side. Landing roughly on my hands and knees, I say a silent thank you in my mind. My fall could have been much worse, and I was fortunate this time.
Nightmare calls out, his voice laced with shock and pain. Snatching my weapons off the dirt near me, I immediately look for Night, ready to help him if needed. I find him lying on the ground at the base of the fence a ways down from me, clutching his calf.
Striding over to him, the lion roars next to us, busily pawing at the holes trying to reach us. The other one jumps again, scaling the fence a few squares up before it falls. It angrily roars at my brothers, pissed off that its dinner just escaped.
“What happened?
“Landed up against the fence and he got my leg before I could scoot away.”
The cat growls at us.
Nightmare meets its primal stare. “Fuck you,” he grits out, flipping the lion off.
“Can you walk?”
“Yeah, I need to wrap it, though. I can feel the blood runnin’ down my leg, and the last thing I want is to attract more fuckin’ animals.” He shakes his head. “Of course, the Cartel would have wild fucking lions on their Compound. Makes perfect sense. I hope I see the motherfucker in charge, ‘cause he’s paying for this bullshit.”
Chuckling, I cut the bottom of his pant leg. It’s torn most of the length of his calf, but the very bottom is still sewn together. Parting the material, I discover a gaping hole. The lion didn’t just scratch him; he tore a fucking chunk out of his leg.
“How’s it look?” he mumbles, scanning our surroundings as I try to figure out how to fix him.
“You’ll live brother, but you’re right, we should tie it tight, in case there are dogs running around.”
“Just fucking wonderful, thanks for that.”
Taking my fresh bandana from my back pocket, I close the gash up as much as I can. Nightmare groans but holds steady as I snugly wrap the folded over material around his leg.
“Little tight, brother,” he grumbles, wincing.
“Yeah, it’ll fall off if not.”
Liar. He seriously needs to be sewn up and who knows if the cut’s deep enough to do permanent damage, but it’ll bleed a shit ton if that wrap doesn’t help out. I need to let Ex know.
We both stand him lightly on his injured leg.
“Someone should go with you back to the bikes.”
“What? No. I’m no pussy-ass crybaby.”
Shrugging, I drop it.
Sinner grumbles at Spider, “Thanks for that, dick. If you didn’t take off, we could have had more time.”