XV
PerfectLake watched the water slapping against her skin as she washed her hands. The blood came off easily. If only the mind could be washed of bad memories the same way. The fresh, clean water swirled an unhealthy red in the steel wash basin.
She couldn't remember how long she had been standing, but she knew it was most of the night. In the same tent, Doctor Vinh, Judy and the volunteer nurses were just as exhausted as she was. After the last few hours, she looked forward to a good night's sleep.
She had seen far too much blood for one day.
Taylor was right in believing that the convoy's journey to Haven would be a running g*n battle. There were no deaths, thankfully, but enough injuries to keep her and Vinh busy while the rest of the group fought off the Kindred. Most of the inju
