Ritika
Lorana was bleeding. The blood flowed thickly, not stopping, even as Ritika and Dania leaned ove it. The makeshift bandage on her waist was soaking with blood quickly. On the plus side, the fog had lifted, enabling them to see the road. On the other hand, it had begun to rain. It was that kind of unrelenting rain that seemed would never end.
Mason picked Lorana up and carried her out to the edge of the river. She managed to compose herself, and tightened the bandage around her waist. Ritika stood, watching as Sam tried, once again, to coax Ali down from the tree, and Dania rocked Claire as she sat on a rock, trying to calm her.
Jeremy came up behind her and touched her arm.
"Ritika," he said, "We need to get back out there." She looked at him, puzzled. "There are more out there. Look."
Now that the fog had lifted, they could see several shapes on the horizon.
She nodded, and went to Sam, with Jeremy following her.
"Sam, we need to get moving. now."
Something about the urgency in her tone alerted him, and he asked,"What is it?"
The two gunholders looked at each other and then looked back at Sam.
"There are more." Ritika whispered. "Sam, Lorana is in no state to fight. Mason's busy trying to make sure she can walk straight, you know she can't, even though she's trying. Claire and Ali will not fight. That just leaves Dania, Jeremy, you and me. We need to get moving. Before that storm hits."
Sam paled. "It's a storm?"
"Yes. It's definitely a storm. And it's moving fast, if this rain is anything to judge by."
"Pack up."

