The twelve carts formed a haphazard semi-circle in the meeting room, their contents spilling over like a cornucopia of survival.
Most of the people inside the room were already hands-down on the plan and were powerful enough to go grab stuff outside themselves, so following Sienna's words, they only picked what they needed — torches, clothes, water, and some foodstuff.
By the time the last person stepped back, their ten items clutched to their chests, the carts were still heavily laden. The sheer volume of what remained was a silent testament to their successful raid.
The distribution of the walkie-talkies was fast and smooth, as they were handed out, a fair count leaving four unused units on a nearby table.
Mike ran a hand through his already disheveled hair. He finally bit the bullet, his voice sounding a little bit embarrassed. "Uhm, can… can I get one more?"
