Ara was standing shivering near the robust figure of the Navigator, stubbornly defying both the biting cold and John's firm directive to get back into the security of the vehicle. Her hands were quaking as she enveloped herself in a self-embrace, the dress she was donned in providing no respite from the cold. Each deafening echo of his gun discharging made her jump until she could no longer bear the torture, prompting her to traipse over to her firearm-wielding partner.
"John, it's imperative that we depart from here."
He barely registered her presence, his hands blemished with the damning evidence of blood as he meticulously severed another digit from the man sprawled out on the cold ground. Ara felt a nauseating sensation in her stomach, the gruesome sight and sound of bone and flesh s
