that these kids were special in some way, he just didn’t quite know what it was, but he
knew they were special and they needed to be saved, urgently, otherwise he wouldn’t
have been there in the first place.
After a few hours the rain stopped, it had come down hard enough to prove the initial
decision to move away from the base of the mountain a good one. John was worried for
a while and intuitively knew that the water was coming down the mountain in torrents
bringing with it large amounts of loose topsoil and dislodged rocks. Had they been there
they would have been in even more danger than before. The group had settled down
and some of them had even managed to get a little sleep. He surveyed the landscape
and knew that the going would be tough. He closed his eyes and looked at the images of
the map
he had memorised.
There was nothing for it, they would have to get moving now or face being caught in the
middle of Mother Nature’s wrath. He began to rouse the group and organised them to
have the weaker injured members travel upfront with him and the rest in tow. They all
grabbed a quick meal from the supplies he had been carrying and some of the supplies
that the group rescued. It was pitch black and bloody cold. The group were not happy to
be leaving the comfort of the shelter to be trekking through the bush at night. John was
having none of it and with a stern voice and a quick hand he ordered that they get ready
to move out in five minutes. He took the shelter down in a matter of seconds. Once they
knew they had no choice they fell back into line and everyone was ready to move.
The older boys carried the two injured girls and the youngest of the group up front and
John used Michael and a couple of the older girls to bring up the rear. It was slow
moving but he knew where they were headed. Their first section was about an 8 hour
hike through fairly dense terrain but nothing they couldn’t handle, it was what they had
to move through once they got there that had him a little concerned.