[Quiet Man Cometh]

"You think so?" Dara said to Dante as she stepped out of the APC. She shouldered her rifle and first aid kit - now half full of herbs, kindling, make-shift bandages, and the vegetable scraps she pulled from abandoned gardens.

She looked ahead to see the city. If the city itself was impressive, it was an afterthought to the fact that it simply was a city after she had spent most of her time wandering rural areas and woods.

Tucked at her side, Dara had the pistol she had taken off of Michael. It was heavy and square; she was uncertain about what she would ultimately be able to do with it, if she should even try. Putting the pistol away she rubbed the side of her right hand, feeling the nub that had begun to form over the last few nights. If it got any longer, she was going to have to alter her gloves again.