[center][h2]Xena Rock Field[/h2]
[sub]Under the Lone Tree[/sub][/center]

Onweer sighed deeply and clapped her hands loudly.

“That’s enough. We’ve established that there’s nothing we can do at the moment, so let’s stop speculating and concentrate on the present. The dead need to be searched. Food supplies, ammo, weapons and tools… Also, any scraps of paper, we might be able to find something out that way. ” She tested her legs by bending and extending one of them and realised it wouldn’t hold her weight just yet. She was more tired than she’d thought. Cursed snake! If it wasn’t for that, she wouldn’t have to be reminded that she was reduced to a cripple. 

Her brow twitching she reached for another slice of jerky and unwrapped her scarf to its full size, draping it over herself to prevent a sunburn. “If you don’t mind, I think I need a little nap.” Hopefully that would do the trick. Hopefully she could fall asleep with all the banging and shouting coming from their broken vehicle. “Then I’ll come and help you make some makeshift graves for everyone…” Her voice trailed off and she closed her eyes.