Eden had no idea who used to sleep here, but it showed no signs of use. At best guess, she’d say it was the guards’ since there were eight sleeping bags and she could do basic math. If the thought of using a dead man’s things had bothered her when she started going on assignments, it didn’t now. Dad had made sure to drive out that guilt year ago. They had to use the resources available to them, no matter how distasteful it was.The man who’d spoken for the survivors earlier was there, taking up too much space. From the way he glared at them, he wasn’t convinced they were worthy of being followed. Maybe because Jordan actually spoke sense and didn’t throw Bible verses around. There was no telling. Next to him, the woman looked even smaller. She was barely five feet tall and was small enough Eden could snap her in half without trying. But whatever she lacked in stature, she made up in sheer personality. When her wide brown eyes hit Eden, there was no doubt the woman was a power to be reckoned with.“So tell us,”
