#*group 5.2

she had never regretted letting go of someone’s hand in her life. only god knows whether or not ilija had made it away safely. “we can’t keep doing this — we need... clean water, at least.” ireti swiped her hair out of her face, desperately glancing at her fellow runaways in turn. “there’s less of us now, the least we could do is sneak into one of the buildings to find some supplies... if we’re lucky there might even be a phone.” ( @alessandrxs, @mvrcellc, @mchaeleicn​ )