The bunker's medic strode into the room casually the instant carolcat left. "Alright, Zombie, everything seems to check out. You're free to go." "You're a little late." I said, my short, snappy persona returning. "Quite, sir. But, regardless, you are in perfect health apart from the arm wound." "Good. I'm off then." "Wait, you might want to wear this sling to keep pressure off your arm when you walk around." "Ugh. Fine." I donned the sling, slung my trusty AA-12 around my back once more and sheathed my dirk. "You might need a one handed weapon, and that dirk would be rather dangerous to use alone. Dangerous to you, I mean." "Yeah... you have a point there." "Take this Magnum and go!" He said, giving me a shiny silver revolver in a black holster. I put it on my belt and drew it, then left the room to join carolcat.
"I see we have an uninvited guest." I said to her.