"Damm" snarled Al as the creature fell, and he crawled over to her, gathering her up in his arms. She was not heavy, but her wings her awakward, and kept getting in his way as he walked. Stagering over to his shotgun, he sung it on his back with one arm, and went inside, carrying the creature with him.
"Hold on" he whispered, short of breath. "Just hold on." He looked over at Hart. "Come with me, protect her with me." He reached the stairway, and laid the creature down, tying a rope around her torso, making a harness. He tied the rope to his belt, and began to climb, pulling her up with him. Less than halfway, and sweat began to drip off his body, and his hands began to slip. He kept climbing, determined to save the survivors he had just found, determined not to be alone agian.
He finally made it to the top, and carried the girl to his cells. Laying her on a spare bed, he fell to tending her injuries, and cooked a can of meat on the stove whenhe was finished, and hoped she would come to soon.