Make the climb

Odette had scaled rock walls between classes in her school's recreation center during her med school days. The climb up the steep hill was a tiring one as her boots slid on unstable ground she frequently found herself on her knees as she made her way to the top. She grabbed onto trees and exposed roots to keep herself from falling backwards. She had a few scares but eventually made it to the top with her knees and elbows scraped, bruised and bleeding. After some quick patchwork and a bite of a chocolate ration bar she had stuffed in her belt, she continued the journey into the forest.

It was a small trek before she came upon a road with track marks still imprinted upon it. The tracks could only belong to a vehicle that had arrived on the Ithaca. She followed the tracks, walking alongside the edge of the road where she could easily disappear into the brush should she come across anything hostile.

By sunset she came across the area where the ambush had taken place. The tracks became erratic, there were shell casings everywhere and blood splattered across the ground and trees. There were no bodies from either side. The tracks continued past the battle area meaning the others had escaped. It was getting dark and she could continue following the tracks hoping to reach something eventually or she could find shelter, rest and continue her journey in daylight.