They had finally decided on moving areas. They needed to find a source of food and water, not to mention shelter for the night.
Camo and Damien had to help Sargent Storm, aka, Camo's dad, into a standing position, and to walk he needed to be supported by Damien.
Camo was on patrol duty, her gun drawn, her ears and eyes on alert. Damien had still tried to check her injuries, but again she had refused, and now gave him the silent treatment. She knew it was a childish move, but she didn't care, he still left her alone.
Camo bent down beside a body, searching for ammo. Every gun she found was a revolver, it seemed. She just shrugged and took one of the guns, sliding it into the back of her pants, and collected all the ammo she could carry. Extra guns and ammo were always a good idea. The last thing they needed was to be cornered by an enemy, without protection.
As the took a real look around their area, she saw it was a plains biome, not the best for survival, but by far not the worst. At least they had a chance to find some trees, a chance to get away from the sun and get food and water.
They travelled west, away from the setting sun, in hopes of finding a cluster of trees where they could make a lean-to from fallen branches.
That would also be the best place to find water, because the trees would need it to grow. Not to mention animals would gather around water, food, and shelter.
Basically, a tree gathering would be their best chance at survival.
Her father was grunting behind her, every step sending a jolt of pain that was impossible to prevent. Her heart pained for him, knowing exactly what he was feeling, having broken multiple bones before.
She couldn't dwell on the pity for him. They had to keep moving, their overall survival depended on it.
She wiped sweat off her forehead to prevent it from falling into her eyes. Despite the sinking sun, it was still horribly hot. And it seemed all the heat wanted to do was trick her eyes. The heat rose off the ground in wobbly waves, creating the illusion of water. She completely ignored it, trudging across the parched ground, listening; listening to her footsteps, the awkward combined footsteps of Damien and her dad, and her father's labored breathing.
Her nausea and dizziness had subsided for the time being, making everything so much easier for her. With a fairly clear head, she took note of every ache and pain she had.
Her wrist hurt when she flexed it, nothing major, probably just a slightly bruised muscle. She focused on it, then simply told herself it didn't hurt. The pain shut off, just like that.
She continued this for every injury she had. A total of four. Her wrist, ankle, lower back, and her head.
With the pain gone, she could better focus on her surroundings. The sun was setting fast, and there were still no trees in sight. To her annoyance, it seemed they'd have to spend the night in the open.