Day 4-5, Zone ... god only knows, halp

It's not a dead zone they're in right now. Kururu knows that, because they've been keeping a very close watch on the map via flashlight during the storm, all of them huddled around the small pinprick of light in the crackling darkness. The wagon was barely enough to fit them all. Silently Kururu let herself feel a spark of hope begin to ignite in her terrified chest; they were all together, working towards the same goal, and they weren't killing each other, or even thinking about it.

Then again, the dark, scared part of her whispered, there was no guarantee how long that would last, was there? There never was.

But Kururu wasn't going to listen, not this time, not now. She pulled her soaked jumpsuit tight around her shoulders and knelt closer to see if she could help with the map some more.