They couldn't stay where they were.
More would come.
So they walked.
They walked without a real aim, they walked without a real cause, they walked without a real hope, numb and empty-
For all of maybe ten minutes.
Then they found a miracle.
Because the soldiers had found them on foot, but they still had to get out there.
They had arrived in trucks.
They had come to kill them, but instead they had given them salvation.
Without saying a word they split to two of the trucks to check the fuel gage, calling out the numbers to find the best. With that done, they turned their attention to the others, dragging the contents into a heap on the grass, sifting through it for what could be useful and loading it into their chosen truck.
Two years ago, something like this would have been unthinkable.
Two years ago they still had lives to live.
They climbed into the truck, her at the wheel and him in the passenger seat, and she started the engine.
"Here goes nothing then," she said, and they set off into an uncertain future.