Far away:
Daciana walked over to the broken window and peered down at the road through the gap in the shattered panes. She had spent the last two weeks gathering information and resources. Her mind reflected on what she had learned even as she recognized the danger approaching the building where she had taken temporary refuge.
The mixture of sand-colored and dark green vehicles woke repressed memories. There were six vehicles in all. Four vehicles were sand-colored and box-shaped. The green ones were large trucks. Each of the trucks had a soft fabric canopy over the truck beds. They reminded her of the one she had encountered previously.
Daciana attentively studied the convoy of military vehicles as they pulled through the broken gate. She looked over her shoulder when she sensed a new
