The time slowly passed by as I sat in the back of the wagon with my feet up. The thought of drifting off into sleep had entered my mind, but the feeling of waking up grouchy was the deterring factor in not wanting to. Alla, walked towards me and she knocked on the wagon. She had been out for at least an hour looking around the enclosed town that could very well be a prison colony of sorts. It was for the best that I got up and left the confines of the wagon. For the best, to the stretch, the legs and my stomach was killing me. I hopped out the wagon and took a moment to compose myself. "Well, it's nice to see your back to the world of the living." Alla said. "Thanks." I said. With that being said, we started walking around the Fort grounds, Alla had her hands placed together in front of her. The sky was partly cloudy and a warm wind was traveling across the land. Everything happens for a reason, nothing is left for chance, the patrols were walking the grounds, waiting for another attack. If it were to come, then maybe we won't be so lucky. I asked Alla how she was doing? I just wanted to be sure that my actions didn't make her afraid of me. She told me all was well and that she just couldn't wait to leave this place. As the time began to pass by the gates of the Fort slowly creaked open and a Soldier walked about shouting that it's free to pass. Hearing that was music to my ears and while we made our way back to the wagon. The Preacher was sitting anxiously for us to leave. While we got ourselves comfortable, we slowly made our way through the gates. Heading towards the undiscovered country. From the corner of my eye, I could see a red stain in the ground, marking the final place of rest for a fallen man. "We're going to have a lot of catching up to do." Said the Preacher. "Yeah, but if we go at a steady pace all will be well. The key is to not kill ourselves." Alla responded. As we travel for a few miles the conditions of the trail began to grow from bad to worse, with every inch we move and I knew the Preacher was praying for our safe arrival over this rough patch. Everything was rattling around the back of the wagons, pots, pans, and water sloshing about. It was honestly as if we were on the sea during a storm. Alla held on to dear life on the bench and I was hoping to not fly off and get run over. "I can't escape the feeling that something bad's going to happen." Alla said while her voice was cutting in and out. "We'll make it." I said and just as I said that the trail ran smoothly again in our favor. "What did I tell yeah." I said with a grin. We were about four hours away from the Fort and soon we'd be setting up camp in a bit. As the sun began to be blocked by some scattered white clouds and we held a bit of a vote and we came to the conclusion that a break would do us good. As we all stretch our legs the sound of water leaking filled the air. The Preacher dropped to his knees and saw water running through the cracks and landing in the dry soil below. "Our supply." He shouted. From that moment onward, we were traveling through the wilderness without a single drop of water. We could've turned back and got more at the Fort, but that would add another day to our travels. "There has to be a stream or a well around here somewhere?" Said Alla. "Well here's the thing, we're bound to find a water source but when that happens who will know. Or, or we can turn around and go back to the Fort? One's the safe way and the other is possibly dying." I told them. Silence fills the air as Alla looks around at our surroundings and says she wants to keep moving on. I responded with a nod and looked over to the Preacher and he gave me a nod.