"Are you absolutely sure about this, Tom?" Jason's tone is pleading. "You have no idea what you'll encounter out there."
"I know." Tom nods. "But we have to do something. These supplies won't last more than a couple days " He glances at the mass of hungry, scared faces, his gaze landing squarely on me for a long moment. I want to look away, but I can't. He gives me a faint smile, then returns his attention to Jason. "We're going to be fine."
"Okay." Jason pats Tom on the shoulder in what I guess is meant to be a comforting show of camaraderie. "The rest of us will stay here and wait for rescue. In the meantime, we're going to ration what food and water we have so that we can - "
"Rations? I have a two-year-old boy. How will I feed him?" another woman asks as a frightened toddler clings to her leg.
"I'm diabetic. I need to eat to keep my blood sugar up." A frail, older gentleman takes a step forward and stumbles. Larry steadies the man.