Two tents have been put
up on a hill overlooking the surrounding area which is partly covered
in trees and dirt roads. Their respective two openings look out in
four directions to ensure maximum visual coverage and relative
surpriselessness. There are only two people in those olive tents, a
father and his grown daughter. New people arrive and while they are
sort of expected, they are welcomed hesitantly and with some
grumbling. They all get ready to move on.
We've arrived at a large, derelict public building, probably a decommissioned school. Our temporarily-in-charge guy rallies us in front of one of the doorless openings. "Wir müssen das planen. Bevor wir reingehen, müssen wir uns absprechen."
Then he sent an
irritating semi-moron of a blondie in to have her out of his hair,
and for some reason I was supposed to go with her. 'Was ist daran der
Sinn?' I wondered suspiciously. 'Sie wird alles auf uns aufmerksam
machen. Vielleicht will er sie nur loswerden. Aber warum soll ich
dann mit?' ('What's the point of this? She's going to draw attention
to us. Maybe he just wants to get rid of her. But why do I have to go
with her then?')
Sure enough, as soon as
we were inside, her constant complaining drew dead people to us, but
when we had gone through the third empty room and could see one
shambling down the wide entry hall stairs, the others came dribbling
in. This strategy confused me. They came in two by two and gathered
rather confusedly by the door to the room that blondie and I had just
retreated to - a bit like herd animals ushered into a slaughterhouse
- while at their backs more shamblers came down the stairs and
started snarling. Morons.
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