“Victor, we agree to your terms,” Liza Svyatova answered for everyone.
First, the most pressing problem needed to be solved: how to move Lisa with her broken leg? But then I remembered seeing a wrecked ambulance up there. Those are the kind that usually carry stretchers for transporting patients; that would solve the problem right away.
"You and you," I pointed to the two nearest girls. "Come with me, together we'll look for a stretcher for your friend."
Both girls looked at Lisa with fear, but she nodded affirmatively, confirming my words. The three of us scrambled onto the collapsed bridge. The sight they saw shocked the girls; they instantly turned pale and froze. I crawled between two overturned cars, stepped over a charred corpse, and reached the ambulance.
"I'm not going there!"
