A sense of hopelessness swept over me as we stood staring at the skewed line of cars blocking every open space on the road into Albuquerque. The day had dawned clear once again. The brilliant rays of the sun shining down sending a false promise of hope. But as those same joyful rays glistened on the car rooves, they revealed just how impossible the task ahead of us would be.
"So now what, oh fearless leader?" Cynthia snarled at me in a hushed undertone.
I turned my angry heated glare on her and gave her the same growl back. "Now... we walk."
"Are you freaking kidding me?" she asked in horror.
"No. But once again you are very much welcome to just leave," I informed her brightly with a hopeful smile.
Once she had gone up for her watch last night, we'd all sat around the camp fire and, as quietly as possible, proceeded to have a heated debate as to whether or not she should be allowed to tag along.