We run until we get to some mostly intact buildings that spring upon our path as if they’d been put there by the goddess of luck herself. We take cover from the chunks of ice falling down from the sky, in an abandoned church. The hail outside is getting stronger. The large ice chunks are making dents in the ground where they land. We are lucky to be alive. We can rest now, tend to our injuries and take stock of our supplies. It’s going to be a long day tomorrow and I have to be ready to go out there again.
In the middle of the night I hear a door lock. There is someone here, hiding in the church with us. After I investigate, I find a locked door at the far end of the church and I am sure there is someone in there. When I call to check, a voice tells me to go away and leave her alone. The voice sounds old and tired, a woman on her own.
I can convince the old lady that it’s not safe here anymore and offer her to come with me or I can move on. She made her choice.