"You're counting on that aren't you?" one of the boys- she wasn't sure she wouldn't tear her eyes away from the fire- asked.
"If needed I'll go over every inch of forest." she said simply. "He won't make it a mile."
"There could be more out there-"
"There aren't." Hugo said. "We took out at least four of them before one of them," he nodded to the fire. "Took out Utivitch, one of them cracked me in the back of the head." he lightly touched the spot on the back of his head. It had stopped bleeding but was now pretty painful to the touch. Someone draped a jacket over Louise's shoulders. She tore her eyes away from the fire to nod to Donny who- through everything- had managed to save his bat.
"All my guns." she sighed making everyone look at her. "What?" she asked aware that they were looking at her.
"Out of everything that was in there you're most upset about the guns?" Wicki asked and she shrugged.
"I had some nice guns." she said with a small sigh.
"You can hold my gun any time." Donny joked making her look at him and roll her eyes.
"Back off tiger." she said simply as she crossed her arms. It didn't take much for the basterds to get Louise into the truck she seemed to be in a slight daze- which could have been atribbuted to either the shock of the fire or the amount of smoke she inhaled. There was a small cottage a bit closer to town that as Aldo drove in silence she suddenly snapped out of her daze. "Turn here!" she said and Aldo nearly jumped a mile before turning the wheel on the truck sharply. They could hear some of the guys shout as they fell off of the benches in the back.
"Where the fuck are we?" Donny asked as he got out of the back of the truck.
"No idea." Utivitch mumbled as Louise ran to the front door. She knocked hardly and waited a moment before a light turned on inside. The door opened a crack and then all the way a moment later, a thirty something year old man holding a shot gun stood in the doorway shaking his head as he looked at Louise, then he took a moment and really looked at her.
"What the hell happened to you?" he asked and Louise shook her head. "I at least hope they look worse then you." he said and she crossed her arms. He looked over the basterds and then nodded opening the door wider. "Come in." he sighed and the boys went to follow, Aldo caught Louise's arm quickly before she could join them.
"Louise," he paused. "I'm sorry we couldn't save your house."
"It's okay Aldo," she said softly. "We're all alive. Jorge will get us all cleaned up. We can go back in the morning, see if anything survived."
"Louise, I-"
"Aldo," she held up her hand. "It's been a long night. I need some sleep. Please, can we fight, or flirt, or do whatever it is you're trying to do now in the morning?" she asked and he nodded. She turned and walked into the house followed by him as Jorge's wife Isabelle took wet clothes and handed out blankets.
"Louise, upstairs." she said taking one look at the drenched ash covered girl who wordlessly walked upstairs, she had learned not to disagree with Isabelle early on.