Re: Knee deep in it.....
Alexi wondered over to where Jake knelt changing the dressing on a woman's hand. She had fallen in the rush and confusion of recent hours and cut her hand on an axe that strapped to her pack. Alexi knelt down as well.
The cut was deep, but they had done a good job of keeping it clean and wrapped tightly to keep the wound closed and limit bleeding. Alexi pulled his medical bag out of his pack and quickly set to cleaning away the clotting and disinfecting the wound afresh. Staunching what little blood flow that trickled from the wound he then began carefully suturing the wound. All the while he profusely apologized for a lack anesthetics.
Troy was standing looking at shelf full of low-melt, Styrofoam clam-shells, and sealed plastic tubs of sugar. An idea for some redneck napalm cogitating in his gray matter.
Florence recalled the fact that there was gas station about fifty yards away. More wheels turned in a brain to active to sleep. She looked at the cars outside, one was actually a Mac semi-truck without a trailer. Bobtail, she recalled the word, a semi running without a trailer was said to be running bobtail. Airlines, those trucks used highly compressed air for braking.
She could build a flamethrower.
"What's that smell?" Someone asked in the shadows.
"Blood." Another person said. "From that cut on Connie's hand."
Troy turned, following the conversation. After a thought, Florence realized she could smell the blood as well.
"Hey, we should do something about that." Another person said. "The rain is slowing down, with these winds that scent might carry."