The remaining people from the battle moved from the roof back to the second level for shelter. Only a lookout stayed on the roof to monitor the hills and floodplain below. Ben stood alone next to the window finishing his grieving. He stared at the rushing water below as he tried to clear his thoughts. The loss of the General wasn’t the only thing that was bothering him. He wondered where Quill was, where Maddie was, where Barron was. The loss of people in battle caused distress in his heart but not as much as the loss of the people he had traveled with in the past week. The common bond they had formed was not easily broken. He felt guilty for what he assumed was their deaths but also felt more resolved to defeat the Trolls. As luck would have it, a jon boat drifted next to the building when night came. It was an endeavor to grab it and tie it to the roof, but they succeeded after someone fell in the water. Marcus and Ethen talked about what was more important, the guns that were within sight or the food that was on the hill.
