They sat together.
The dull grey tarmac was hard, uncomfortable, quickly cooling from its smoldering daylight temperatures, the chilly blanket of night settling in.
If they listened closely enough, they could still hear the explosion, the crackling flames, the shattering glass, Jaqui's tears, the anguished voice of the doctor, Andrea's pleas.
It rang in their young minds.
They could hear the adults murmuring quiet conversation, Daryl's irritated grumbling, T-Dog's sorrowful tone.
They heard distant rustling, Glenn assuring them it was just squirrels.
They still huddled close, shoulders pressed tight.
They stayed within the artificial ring of light provided by the glow of the lights in Dale's R.V.
It was all they had, anyway.