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“There’s a hatch nearby,”  blood  ran down from the crown of her head, coating her face and making her delicate features look horrific. Swaying where she stood, Jochebed turned the flashlight over in her hands before she tapped it against his bicep, “do you trust me?”

It was a small town and Jochebed had never been there before, they had gone there in the hopes of finding supplies. Instead they wandered across a burning carcass that reeked of fire and death. The bodies of men, women and children decorated the buildings and marked the area as taboo. Whoever had done it was long gone, they had bled the area dry and gone on to torment another town.

“We simply can’t leave them like this,” it’s the first time that she became immovable, stood her ground without bowing to his suggestions. Jochebed was a gentle soul, confrontation was something that made her feel physically ill and so she avoided it at all costs. This was something that touched her deeply and would gnaw at her insides and haunt her dreams. None of it was either of their fault, they had simply had the misfortune of happening across the scene but that was enough to make Jochebed want to act.