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BRYNN
Drenched, I climbed out from under my tent. It had been blown down during the storm that had ravaged the area overnight. A light mist kept things wet, but at least the winds had calmed down. “Raven?” I called out as I saw the rest of the camp looking the same as my tent did — crumpled canvas lying in heaps on the muddy ground.
“Over here, Brynn,” he shouted as he stepped out of the hospital tent that somehow still stood. “We’ve got three people in here. The rest unhooked themselves from the IVs after the storm started and ran off back to their homes. I guess they were more afraid of what the weather would do to them than what cholera would.”
Thankfully, the light rain rinsed the mud off me as I walked toward him. “Everything is in shambles.” I didn’t see how we could stay on a
