"Okay," Shepard said. "I'm coming out."

She emerged from behind the smokey haze. She squinted, trying to adjust her eyes to the new light. As her vision adjusted, she was greeted by the sight of a young boy. A child. She didn't know whether or not to feel relieved or more wary; some groups had no problems using children to get the upper hand.

"Where are the others?" He had said there were four of them total, but she only saw one.