[The next day, they ended up setting camp in an abandoned, isolated house in the middle of a prairie. It didn't have any major structures around it, or trees, which made it the perfect place to settle in, any threats easily visible, should they approach.
However, the lack of any buildings around also meant that there was a lack of supplies for them to scavenge for, and with the nearest known village quite a few kilometers away, it made no sense to try and go for it by foot.
As such, this time, the duties were changed.
Everyone agreed that it was Thomas and Minho's turn to lay low, given that they had done most of the runs in the previous days. The both of them were to stay at the house, keep it safe, prepare the sleeping places (and blanket piles) and get a good fire going, some food, too, once it started getting darker. Everyone else would go with Jorge in the car, to gather what they could from the village. And so it was.
Thomas had been spreading blankets around the room in different (yet still somewhat close) places, making sure there were enough for everyone while Minho tended to the fire. The house had an actual fireplace, too, which made it easier to work with, and they were lucky enough that the chimney was still fully functional. Once he was done, he brought some cans of food close to the fireplace and left them there, for when the sun finally fully set. It was when they should start cooking something for everyone.
For now, though, they still had quite a bit of time, so Thomas went back to his own bag and grabbed something he had found the day before, on the last building they had visited. It wasn't ideal, like something used specifically for this sort of thing, but it was oil, and it was clean, and it didn't really have any smell, so he figured it would do better than nothing at all. With it, he grabbed some bandages too, that he had made the night before out of some sheets they had found, and he approached Minho.
Without a word, he sat down behind him and moved his hands to his chest in order to grab both sides of his jacket, which he started to pull back.]
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However, the lack of any buildings around also meant that there was a lack of supplies for them to scavenge for, and with the nearest known village quite a few kilometers away, it made no sense to try and go for it by foot.
As such, this time, the duties were changed.
Everyone agreed that it was Thomas and Minho's turn to lay low, given that they had done most of the runs in the previous days. The both of them were to stay at the house, keep it safe, prepare the sleeping places (and blanket piles) and get a good fire going, some food, too, once it started getting darker. Everyone else would go with Jorge in the car, to gather what they could from the village. And so it was.
Thomas had been spreading blankets around the room in different (yet still somewhat close) places, making sure there were enough for everyone while Minho tended to the fire. The house had an actual fireplace, too, which made it easier to work with, and they were lucky enough that the chimney was still fully functional. Once he was done, he brought some cans of food close to the fireplace and left them there, for when the sun finally fully set. It was when they should start cooking something for everyone.
For now, though, they still had quite a bit of time, so Thomas went back to his own bag and grabbed something he had found the day before, on the last building they had visited. It wasn't ideal, like something used specifically for this sort of thing, but it was oil, and it was clean, and it didn't really have any smell, so he figured it would do better than nothing at all. With it, he grabbed some bandages too, that he had made the night before out of some sheets they had found, and he approached Minho.
Without a word, he sat down behind him and moved his hands to his chest in order to grab both sides of his jacket, which he started to pull back.]
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