“What is it, Yuma?” She looked up blearily at her sister.
“What are we going to do...” Yuma said shaking her head, “for food and water... and a place of shelter?”
Madora exhaled deeply and her red rimmed sleep deprived eyes scanned the terrified young faces looking up to her. “I don’t know, Yuma... I can’t think right now... I”
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