Ragha didn't like it—he didn't desire to see things go down like this.
They were all supposed to be a team; they had always been taking care of each other's backs way before the apocalypse started. They were brothers in arms.
All of them lived together, ate together, slept together, and even did their shit together. They were all small-time criminals banded together due to the same type of feeling they had toward the rich, the police, and the government.
The whole organization started with 5 people with aligning interests meeting up at a roadside drug dealer shop. All 5 of them were looking for a way out of the tension in this world, wanting to have their minds at ease for a while.
If their eyes hadn't met each other. If they never sat to do the drugs together. And if they didn't start getting closer to each other, then maybe the organization would never even be there in the first place.
