We were done with the necessary side quests and the time had come to continue our journey; we finally sat down on the grass in the shade like we had done so many times before in a circle with notes and books in front of us but this time it were our weapons and ammunition that we had piled up. The landline connections were dead so there wasn’t anyway left to tell our parents when to expect us; thinking about it now felt strange that we were taking a leap of faith without even know if we will survive the trip; we were no longer on the run driving on the highways, we were in the most populous cities in the whole country where there was no telling how much of the population had been turned into a mindless drone hunting for the next meal but against all odds the instinct to be with the ones we hold most dearest to us was pervading all other emotion and logic.
We were low on resources and the further the campus had to send a party to find food the more risk they were taking that the party will never make it back. After the last encounter we were shaken up and decided not to leave it all on luck or God even though we immensely needed both. We had spent most of our ammo in the last encounter, the pile in front of us was nothing like the one we had in Gilgit. I had my two side arms with a magazine each and my submachine gun was completely empty. Nadeem was also in a similar position, Rehman had quite a few shells left and Yahya only had two magazines for his own sidearm; his AK-47 had served us well and so did Nadeem’s scoped rifle but both would be useless piece of metal if we chose to carry them.
“This isn’t enough to get you guys home.” Hussain declared.