Chapter 119: Strategy
So Lizzie was alive. And she knew their small band of rebels had survived. And she was looking for them.
This most likely did not bode well for what was left of the resistance.
After a tense moment, Alessa sighed. "Come on." She motioned the newcomers over towards a large tent that was propped open. "Let's go talk."
She locked eyes with Isaac, who was still shaking his head in dismay, and mouthed, "Janie." He nodded his understanding and left to grab her sister, who had promptly pulled Josephine and Alicia into another tent at the far end of camp at the first sign of trouble.
Ducking through the opening, Alessa flipped over the makeshift map they'd been sketching and cleared some space on the table. They'd dragged in one of the picnic tables in order to use this larger pavilion as a war room, back when Alessa was still inclined to consider war. The map hadn't been touched in days.