Guardian

This is a different world, a time in the future when the world fell apart destroyed by war and greed. The spread of evil was like a cancer in the world, we find cities in ruins and survival is the name of the game. Predators are more abundant and the prey is younger. Some give up hope, some keep moving with their eyes down not seeing the world around them and others fight for the innocent and then hope glimmers.

The tile was cool against her cheek; it eased the pain a little. There was blood everywhere she knew because the metallic smell filled her nose and the taste lived in her mouth. She was hurt this time and it was bad. Rolling on to her back she touched her forehead groaning "What am I doing?" This time it was bad, she almost didn't make it out. Pulling herself to her feet, she felt unsteady so she braced against the wall, smearing the blood on the wall. Shit, she thought now I have to burn the place to destroy any of me I left behind. She just wanted to go home to sleep and heal, but she still had one more stop after this. Staggering down the corridor stepping over bodies that littered the hallway she continued out.
The bastards deserved it she mumbled to herself, as she dumped the remaining alcohol from the bar all over the floor especially where she had been lying. She gets dizzy when bending over picking up her weapons, one gun and one very large scary looking knife. Lighting a match she drops and the fire grows, she watches as the flames consume the room. In her grey eyes the flames reflect the fire burning within her, I hate that I have to do this. When are people ever going to learn that the innocent are just that innocent and are not for the carnal pleasures of men whose tastes are so perverse? The large steel door slams as she exits the burning building and enters the alley.
She makes a call to the only person she trusts, that is because he fixes her up with little or no questions but there was something more something she wasn’t ready to admit to herself. Weak and dizzy she weaves through the alleys and back ways avoiding the sirens that are beginning to blare and head her way, to his little free clinic set up in the worst part town. Banging hard on the back door he opens up, intelligent eyes look at her and pulls her inside. "Shit, Kenna what happen this time" He shouts at her "How many were there this time?" he asks knowing he won't get an answer.
Alex shakes his head, he knows she won’t answer. He knew she had her secrets and it took a long time to figure some them out there were others that only she would tell me. What he knew was she was a 29 year old woman who staggered in to the ED after a suicide attempt. She had taken an overdose of so many medications it was thought that she was going to die. In the ICU for weeks on a ventilator while her body fought for life, all the while not one single visitor. No one held the hand of this woman, cried for the potential loss of her in their life and no one to care if she lived or died. Damnit he did, so he would sit at her bedside and talk to her, telling her of the horrors he saw during the war how he lost his faith, hope and direction with one explosion, talking of returning home a shell of a man and going to medical school. He wanted to hold on to the ideals that he had as a medic in the army. He was going to save lives not just the bodies but the souls too, so he opened his little free clinic in the worst part of town. How he would work the ER to pay for his little clinic while he sought funding so he could focus on the clinic only and not have to split his time in the ER. He would talk to her about hopes and dreams. Alex saw the nurses shake their heads at this man who could have any woman he wanted but became the guardian angel of the broken soul in the ICU.
"Where are you hurt" Alex calmly asks guiding her to the exam table he has set up for her, he kept extra supplies her just for her now. She is getting bolder he thought to himself. Carefully he removed clothing around the wound seeing the deep cut along her side. "Nothing I can't fix, but you are going to stay here tonight because of that concussion, and you will be lucky if you can open that eye in a few hours" Pushing aside her blonde hair, he looks at the gash on her eyebrow.
"So doc, how many this time" she asks her voice hoarse, one of the bastards got a good grip on her neck so her throat hurt.
"How close did he get?" Alex asked after hearing her voice. “And do you really think I keep a count of stitches for you anymore,