In a daze, Willie Ash asked a question.
After a while, someone answered him, "Just checking the wounded, seeing if there's anything we need to assist with."
"Oh."
He responded and then fell silent.
Exhausted, with bodies aching all over and physical strength depleted to its limit, they truly couldn't muster the energy to speak.
It's always the capable who do the most work. Only those at their level, like the captain, could quickly gather the resources needed.
...
"Captain, take care on your way..."
Upon leaving the tent, faintly still able to hear the doctor's voice, Glenn Hutchinson paused his steps, flashlight in hand, intending to head back.
However, a rest was out of the question.
"Over here..."
From a distance, a somewhat familiar voice could be heard. Glenn Hutchinson stopped in his tracks, his flashlight sweeping towards the direction of the incoming people.
Three people.
The first person he saw leading the way was Patrick Morrison.
