Fifty survivors, plus the ten Malcolm was with, mostly young adults and older teens armed with weapons they bought from Keth'Moran, stood alongside Reidar's core group outside the store during the early hours of the following day, when the sun was still low and the sky was orange.
In total, there were around seventy people assembled. It was a small army.
George gripped Marie's hand, and then she went back to the entrance to see the group go. She was the only nurse around there, and she couldn't risk dying. Who would heal the survivors if she died?
The group shifted uneasily, their new weapons from Keth'Moran clutched tight. Even George and the others held theirs.
Their gear wasn't much better than what they'd had before, but it was still an upgrade. They didn't have enough survival points for anything really good, so they went with the cheapest and most decent option. Plain iron swords with no special powers.
