Kalinda sighed, ran a hand through her increasing disheveled hair, and set back to work, continuing to search for any survivors, and injuried. If she came across any dead, she carefully marked the area, and wrote the location down on a piece of paper, for others to give the dead the respect they deserved. It was a hard process, and she was beyond weary even after a few hours.

Yet she knew she had made the right choice, as she directed a gaggle of children to the nearest first aid station, hoping they could find their parents. She was pretty sure by then that she had found all the injured on her section, and she sat down, leaning back, closing her eyes.