DAY EIGHTY-NINE
The layover at the barracks came to a natural end. By mid-morning the size of the crowd outside the gates was substantial and showed no signs of abating. The question was not if the group left, but when. There were no arguments when David made the announcement. ‘We’ve dealt with bigger hordes, sure, but we all know things could go either way. They’re unpredictable, and there might be another ten thousand waiting for us around the corner. Look at it this way, if we’re not safe here in an army base, then we’re not safe here at all.’
With vehicles and supplies, they could make actual progress.
The vote was unanimous.
The yard at the rear of the barracks was secluded enough that Steve, Chapman, and Ruth could work on getting the vehicles ready without antagonising the rotti
