The time of the day was night, and the group was resting near the riverbank.
It wasn't practical or advisable since they didn't have much time left, and staying in one place increased the risk of being found.
But after the ordeal they had just endured, Connie insisted they take some time to gather their strength and patch up their wounds.
Their battered and exhausted states left them with no real alternatives.
It would have been foolish to continue. If they stumbled into another fight in their condition, they would be sitting ducks, offering themselves on a silver platter to any predator that crossed their path.
This decision as the leader, was a good one.
Connie sat with his back against a tree, now with just a damp white shirt clinging to his skin and his shallow breathing.
