Jessica heard a voice yelling to her to stay still. She rolled onto her back and sat up. My ankle is badly sprained, she called back to the voice. She sat kicking herself for not packing her ankle brace. Her ankles had always been weak and she had damaged this one before, though this time was worse. Rain had soaked her through to the bone, and was running down her hair.

Jessica sat thinking. She knew that there was a least one more person alive. They would need supplies, but there was no way she could go looking, besides it would be easier in the morning. She guessed that it was at least midnight if not later. Getting dry would be another thing to take care of.