Slowly using a piece of twisted metal to dig a hollow into the earth, she pilled it with leaves. They might be wet, but it would have to do. Then she laid down the plastic that had covered all the pillows down on top her leaf bed to keep the moisture covering the leaves from touch her. Then she laid the pillows themselves down on top of them. It took a little bit and she was rather short on breathe at this point. Her muscles were sore from the abuse she had been through so far, yet stopping would surely stiffen her up in a hurry. Now covered in dirt, she stepped back out into the rain and slowly began to clean up. It took time and patience, but she wanted to be thorough. She was trembling from pain and being chilled by this point. Night time always was cooler.

Once she was cleaned up as best as she could be, she used the last of her energy to collect large pieces of broken limbs and branches. Piling them on each other about a yard in front of her shelter, she created three large piles. There was plenty of wood nearby so clearing a circle around the broken wing she was under was easily done. Once three large piles were made that she was sure could burn all night, she took her burning branch and put it in one. Finding two more was easily enough. Walking through the occasional dead was not. This was going to leave nightmares.

Finally having three burning piles of wood, one in front and two off the each side, she stripped out of her clothes. Hanging them up on the edge of her shelter so that if it stopped raining the fires would quickly dry them, she wrapped herself up in blankets and curled up on the makeshift bed. The gash in her left side had gone from throbbing to burning. She needed to stay still and give it a chance to start mending. At least the rain would clean her clothing out for her. The fires would keep any animals away that might be attracted to the corpses. She shuddered. Come morning, she would need to move out of here. Hopefully find other survivors too.