Chapter Forty
Weller
There was nothing worth recovering when they arrived back at their campground the next morning. The tents had been shredded and pulverized. All their extra weapons were missing. And what supplies had been on one of the wagons had either been opened and eaten, or left in such a condition that no one dared to touch them, much less gather them up to take with them.
Neither did they do anything about the blood and odd body parts that were scattered across the roadway and into the forest. They left that for the animals to feast upon.
“Do we continue on to ?” questioned as they surveyed the damage.
glanced behind and to the north of them, and Lucien knew what he was thinking. “Isn’t there supposed to be a compound not too far from here?” he asked his father. He scour
