When we got closer I saw that it was the Vasey campers. They looked terrible. Their bodies swayed in the wind like weeds and their faces were gaunt. They wouldn't have looked out of place marching with the infected. Sana stood at the head of the Vasey group. Her hair looked like wild tree roots twisting into her skull and her eyebrows arched above angry eyes. She looked like some kind of witch who had spurned society and spent her time isolated in the forest. She held a hatchet in her left hand, and there was a pale patch from where the wedding ring was missing from her index finger. I realised that everyone else in the Vasey group had weapons too. Some of them had thick logs of wood, whereas others carried hammers, knives, axes. The look in their eyes said that they were ready to use them. When we got to the edge of the square Billy charged ahead, his mallet clenched in his hand. He looked like a warlord running into battle. I knew that if he got there first, he was going to sink the mallet into the forehead of the first person he reached.
