Alex gazed into the distance with a large scowl on his face; despite being far away from the blast zone, he could still smell nothing but gunpowder and burning flesh. A constant reminder of the deed he had committed, one with which he struggled to come to terms.
The others in his party looked at him with great concern but were afraid to speak up. If they said the wrong thing, it could further upset the youth. It was not like they did not understand Alex's feelings. Aside from Brandon, who acted as if this was all a normal part of life, the others had complicated expressions as they focused on getting back to the security of the airport.