Alley - translation

Chapter 3

I was lying in the wet grass. Defenseless, defeated. The gun fell down somewhere in the bushes and I myself was rolling up in pain among the leaves. I had no chance to escape with my current condition.

The sounds of footsteps were getting closer and closer. I crawled under some bush, hoping that they wouldn't see me.

The cartilage of leaves under the shoes was getting closer and closer. With all my strength I tried to calm my breath. I started to tremble with the cold, even though my body was burning up. Two gunshot wounds hurt terribly and although it seemed to me that the bullets didn't cause any serious damage, I was a little worried.

Somebody stood behind me.

I held my breath.

My face was dazzled by the light of the flashlight.

'There it is!' someone shouted.
***

I was sitting in the passageway of one of the two ambulances that came to the scene. The paramedic was just finishing dressing me. With a hard look I was beating at the cops who were pointing guns at me. Although my hands were forged behind my back, they still considered me a potential problem.

When they found me, they immediately transported me to the place where it all started. Although there were my moans, groans and curses about police officers, despite the pain, we managed to get there.

On the spot there was already a fire brigade waiting to extinguish what was left of the smashed car, and two ambulances dressing the cops I hit during a blind chase. Soon afterwards another police cars came with even more dogs, who have been securing the area until now.
While they were trying hard to figure out who I was and doing the rest of their duties, I was lying in an ambulance with two partial anaesthetics. The nearest hospital was very far away, and the road itself was terrible and bumpy. Therefore, the decision was made to do what could be done on the spot.

They treated and stitched the wounds of all the victims. Nobody needed hospital care, although a few people still had to go to the check-ups.
They treated and stitched the wound on my shoulder and pulled out a bullet from my calf that stayed in it. I have just finished bandaging it. I could feel the feeling slowly returning to me.

'I don't see any reason why she should be taken to hospital' the doctor said, having taken care of my leg. 'You can take her with you, gentlemen, provided that you take care of her and treat her gently. The point is not to break the stitches, because then she will have to stay in the hospital for a few days, and I suppose you want to finish the whole thing as soon as possible' he explained to some older guy, probably the head of the whole action.

'I understand' he replied. 'My boys will take care of her properly, with your attention in their hearts. Gordon! Winston!' called somewhere in the hustle and bustle of the walking blue people. A moment later, two quite young men ran up to him.

'Yes, boss?' they stood at attention.

'Take her to Frederick, to our station. Then we'll think about what to do with her.'

'Yes, sir!' They answered together. Then they approached me and took me under their arms. With a displeased face they helped me to get to the police car. They put me in the back row, making sure that his hands were intact. All the time I was sitting quietly.
We moved on.
***
'Hey, Dylan, what do you think? Who is she, after all?' asked the redheaded policeman sitting in the front passenger seat.

'And I don't know?' He shrugged his shoulders with the other one at the wheel. 'Probably some whore of the man who fucked up.'

'I guess so...' nodded his head. He turned to me. 'Hey, you!' he started. 'Are you the whore of the one in black?'