After finishing her canned food, Evelyn Ford drank a large bottle of water to wash away the salty taste. The mountain paths were treacherous, and her pants were caked with mud from her falls.
Once he was full, Marcus Scott let out a satisfied burp. Then, he pulled a vine from a nearby tree, stripped its bark, and twisted it into a cord to tie around his tattered shoes.
He had several bleeding cuts on his feet, but he acted as if he couldn't feel a thing. He found some medicinal herbs, chewed them up, and applied the poultice to his wounds to stop the bleeding.
"Captain, did you all walk here, or drive?" Marcus Scott asked curiously after patching up his shoes and the cuts on his feet.
"On horseback. Oh, right, I brought clothes and shoes for you all. They're at the foot of the mountain. I'll give them to you when we get down." Flynn Hansen's backpack was indeed full of supplies for his teammates, but since there was too much to carry, Evelyn Ford had helped store it in her space.
