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❝Love will save you. But it won't save me. ❞ _____________________________
Aife could feel her chest tighten with anxiousness as she awaited the arrival of their new destination. She was sat next to Thomas, every once in a while, the two glancing at each other, silently questing if everything was okay. They swerved through the mountains and through the scorch, the car ride was mostly quiet. Dust swirled behind the wheels as their speed picked up. When they finally reached the campsite, Aife released a small sigh and licked her chapped lips.
They had to take two cars, due to the fact that their group of travelers was beginning to increase, which Aife wasn't too fond of. More people to look after.
As they parked the car, the group of survivors exited the vehicle, slamming the door shut behind them. Aife felt her shoulders slump with relief at the sight, people were peacefully eating meals, interacting with one another, and they seemed genuinely safe. That was exactly what they needed. They began to walk down the hill and towards the camp sight.
"They've been planting this for over a year now," Harriet broke the silence that was smothering the group, causing some eyes to snap to her, "This is all for us," She turned to look behind her to see their reaction, and she couldn't help the smile the tugged at the corner of her lips.
"You guys are lucky you found us when you did," The blond, Sonya, spoke, "we're moving out at first light." The girl peered over her shoulder to an unknown man that wore a bucket hat and a large coat, "Where's Vince?" Sonya questioned, her tone laced with curiosity.
"Somewhere over there," The man pointed out into the distance, and the group began to follow his directions. Aife's throat felt like sandpaper, and she desperately wanted to jump into a cool lake. It was what she needed right now.
"Who's Vince?" Aife questioned, her scratchy voice captured the attention of others.
"He's the one who decides if you get to stay." Harriet replied cheekily, causing Aife to narrow her eyes in annoyance.
"I thought the right arm was supposed to be an army," Minho questioned out loud, though, he wasn't questioning anyone specifically, he got an unexpected response from an unknown voice.
"Yeah, we were. This is all that's left of us," A man with a brown leather jacket exited a tent, a bag wrapped around his shoulder and tucked underneath his coat. His light brunette hair, that had grey streaks in it, was slightly slicked back and out of his face. His eyebrows were deeply furrowed together as his lips curled upward, due to the head.
"Lot of good people died gettin' us this far," He spoke before pausing, his hands sitting on his hips as he directed his gaze to Harriet and Sonya, "Who are they,"
