Chapter 8

I awoke to Belle’s light shaking.  I cautiously opened my eyes and was relieved that they no longer burned and my vision was normal.

It was early afternoon and the sun shone brilliant in the sky.  She held her finger to her lips and pointed to the entrance of the tent.

I tip-toed to the entrance, lifted the flap just far enough to peer out, and inspected the encampment.  To my amazement, there was barely anyone around.

“I heard them talking,” Gwendoline whispered as she moved close behind me.  “They found a commune of mutant-humans and went to destroy it.  I believe it’s close, so we don’t have much time.”

“How many stayed behind?” I asked.

“I’m guessing enough to guard us and their weapons tent,” Gwendoline said.

“Do we take them out or just leave?” I asked.

“If we do it right, we can take them out, grab a few weapons, a