Zaid placed another crate on the back of the makeshift cart, grunting with the effort.
What is even in here? he thought.
What is even in here? After the evening meal, Zaid had requested Tahir for something to do, something he could help with. He couldn’t stand around doing nothing while his people inside the city were afraid and those that were here were still penned. He wondered if his mother was all right. Before Mikah had sent him to the camp with the warriors, he had asked Nazim about after his mother. The older man had said that she and a few others had left and didn’t know where.
Now he didn’t know where she was and the longer the city was held by the Unfettered, the higher the chance that she was hurt. Zaid had no intention of losing his last surviving family member, so he did wh
