EVA LEVESQUE
The whole trip was nerve-wracking and nauseous. I looked daze the whole time and occasionally wanted to throw up but that didn’t happen. Sigrid had some candy to eat and Flynn gave me some menthol ointment.
The soldiers in front of us looked at us strangely, maybe at the back of their mind, they were asking why did a girl with a weak stomach had to go with them.
“She’s going to be fine,” Flynn said and let out a nervous laugh, “I hope so.”
My stomach churned once again and I started to gag. Sigrid gave me an empty bucket to throw up in but like the past couple of minutes, nothing came out.
“Are you sure you could move in that state?” the soldier nervously asked, “we have to travel by foot once we arrive in the area.”
“Why do we have to walk when there’s a vehicle?” Flyn
