Under a large tree near the settlement, Adora and Eric stood with three others from Victor's group, Leman and Darto. In front of them lay the makeshift equipment: a few used plastic bottles, pieces of bamboo, and some shabby cloth bags. No buckets, no jerry cans. Everyone looked confused.
"If this is all we have, we'll keep going back and forth. The man's wounds are getting worse, we need more water," said Adora, looking at the tools anxiously.
"I agree," Eric said. "But this is what we have now. If everyone just complains, we won't get anywhere."
Leman interjected, holding up a hollow piece of bamboo. "This can't be used to carry water far. It will leak all over."
"If we use this old bottle, we can only carry a little. It's useless to walk far if we only get half a liter," Darto said,
