All the chiefs started leaving one by one, and they all looked worried and as scared as a simile.
"I suggest you don't try to hide in your house or farms as nowhere is safe." She continued. "But if you choose, you can follow us." She shouted after them.
The outgoing chiefs stood in their tracks, some looked back at Kira while others fidgeted with their clothing.
"On one condition!" Kira let out. "You will all henceforth pray to us and worship us!"
"Aye!" Akira said. Her eyes shone with a sudden fire that just erupted from her eyes, turning her blue eyeballs into a fiery red.
"Go and gather all your family and meet us in front of the town hall in ten minutes," Akira said. "We will take you to somewhere safe from the wrath of the aliens."
The trek from Oshogbo River where their jet had crashed to the center of the town where the museum is located was over two kilometers.
Brenda and her teams chatted with their new two guides; she was amazed at the sudden change everywhere.
The street was now deserted and filled with dead bodies.
Most shops on the highways were broken, and some of the looted goods that appeared to have fallen from the hands of the burglars still lay on the highway.
Only a few nightcrawlers were seen pacing far off as the group walked towards their destination.
Suddenly, Brenda walked off the main highway and walked towards a shed beside a burnt car.
She bent down and scooped up a young girl in a torn gown that barely covered her small waist over jeans that had ripped off her tight, exposing wounds that still oozed with blood.
She looked as scared as a fish trapped in plastic.
"What is your name?" She asked the scared girl shivering in her arms.
"Mirelia," she replied with an exhausted voice.
Brenda gently lowered her on the bonnet of a car parked beside the highway.
"You got yourself a kitten," Bobby grinned, joining Brenda as she attended to the girl's wound.
"Where are your family?" Brenda asked, looking around as the other members of her team joined her.
All looking at the girl with pains in their eyes.
"Dead," Mirelia replied flatly. "Our car engine knocked down, then we were hit by an approaching truck." She paused, clearing the tears forming in her eyes, and continued.
"Sitting at the back with no seatbelt, I was thrown out of the car when the truck collided with us and landed in a trench. I fainted. When I woke up, I discovered the truck had crushed my mom and dad, and they were burnt to the bone." She leaned towards Brenda, her eyes conveying all her emotions and trauma.
"It's okay," Brenda comforted her. She dipped her hand inside her bag and brought out assorted biscuits and a bottle of water.
"Eat this to regain your strength. I have bandaged your wounds, and they will heal fine."
Bobby quickly scooped her up and carried her. "We need to get going," he said.
"Wait a minute," Elenu said as he walked towards a store beside the road, the door partially broken, exposing the contents inside.
Due to the sudden shock of the changes that had befallen humanity, people had forgotten the most important thing needed now to survive.
Clothes, shoes, jewelry, and money would soon lose their value in the coming weeks if a human could not solve the problem of the blackout.
The most important thing was food—having seeds to plant and feed oneself to stay alive.
"Let's take as many seeds and fruits as we can. We will need them to survive," Elenu announced as he entered the dimly lit store.
He quickly packed some seeds of vegetables and grains he found on the cupboard.
"Without any power to maintain all the foods in stock, everything will soon perish, and I can see a great famine in a few months," Zuma said.
Bobby nodded in agreement. He was amazed at their luck in finding Elenu and his friend.
Their assistance had been enormous, and he wished they remained in the team.
Such a brain was needed in this time of trouble.
He quickly opened his bag, filling it to the brim with different fruits, seeds, chemicals for fumigating the farms, and fertilizers.
"The load will be enormous for you. I suggest you drop the fertilizer," Brenda said.
"No, Miss, I can carry this along with your kitten for a hundred miles," Bobby replied.
Brenda looked at Mirelia, who seemed to have fallen asleep on Bobby's neck. The girl looked uncomfortable as she curled, putting her head on Bobby's head.
"Your man seems to have a peculiar way of carrying kids without a baby carrier. I need you to teach us, please," Brenda said as she removed a wrapper from the clothing she had picked along the way.
"Quite easy," Elenu explained. "Just bring the wrapper, and I will strap it to your back."
"Not me. It is him," she replied, pointing at Sebastian, who had not participated in any way but was hunched over his rosary, praying.
"What?!" Elenu yelled. "Only women carry babies in such fashion here."
"Never mind. Now, rules don't work," she said, looking threateningly at the priest, who seemed to be green with anger. "Come down here and carry this girl," she ordered.
Sebastian walked dejectedly towards her, turned, and stretched his arms akimbo as Zuma tied the young girl to his back.
"You don't look bad for a woman," Elenu announced jokingly.
"No, boss. I won't pay him a dime for a blow job," Zuma replied amidst the noise of laughter that erupted among the team.
Sebastian was disgusted. This lady had turned him into a laughing stock.
"Let them laugh while they can. He who laughs last, lasts longer," Sebastian muttered to himself.