The patrol was two days overdue before we went looking for them. We found them strung up on telephone poles at the edge of town: a warning.
We knew there was another group of survivors nearby, but hadn’t run into them before. Harvey had a cool head, he wouldn’t have started something unnecessarily. So they were hostile, whoever they were.
What do we do? Try to make peace? They’ve made it clear they don’t want it. Move away? To where?
Better to fight now, while they think we’re weak, scared. I just wish we had Harvey to lead the assault.