Hawkeye was starting to feel panic set in. They had been wandering around for a week now, hopelessly lost. His leg was still bothering him, and if anything hurt even more. But he had managed to learn to push past the pain. In any case, they had to keep moving in hopes of finding help. Hawkeye glanced over at Margaret. She walked along beside him, lost in her own thoughts. Hawkeye sighed as he ran his hands through his hair. They had to keep moving and pray they found help before someone found them. What he wouldn't give to see that rat infested hell hole, the 4077th again!
Margaret plodded alongside Hawkeye. She saw him glance over at her then return to his thoughts. Margaret sighed. She was hungry thirsty and tired. But they had to keep going. If Peirce could keep going with his wounded then she could too! Margaret glanced over at Pierce again. He was definitely favoring his other leg. It had to be killing him! But they had to keep moving. Whenever they got out of this, she would see to it personally that Peirce got a medal of recommendation for his bravery. But first, they had to find some help. Margaret pushed down her exhaustion and kept moving.