The bus we boarded was followed by two trucks covered by wraps. I didn't know what they were transporting. Perhaps tools for the rescue mission and logistics.
The atmosphere inside the bus was rather stuffy. No one spoke.
We left the city center and headed to a muddy path. The mountains should be right in front.
The dangerous path was narrow and muddy. Several days of heavy downpours only made the bumpy path even more slippery. No one could tell if we were traveling on a straight path or water puddles.
The bus proceeded very slowly. The constant rocking motion made me sick. I almost threw up several times.
Colin's phone remained switched off. It had been two days now. I grew more and more anxious as news of him continued to elude me.
Looking at the endless path before me, tears welled up several times in my eyes. But I forced myself not to cry.
I told myself not to cry when it wasn't the time to cry. I needed the energy when I searched for Colin later.
As we ventured deeper, several passengers on the bus began to curse as their bodies kept bumping into one another. Some even protested loudly.
We weren't the only group on the bus. There were several other volunteers and staff members from the relevant departments. The ones protesting were two volunteers.
"If you don't want to come with us, you can get off the bus. No one is forcing you to be here. Complaining will only drag the entire morale down. Is this what a volunteer should be doing? If you can't handle the challenge, don't come.
"This is a place for you to play the hero. Both of you look young. You must be university students. What year are you guys in? What are your names?"
Winston stood up and glared at the young people behind us. His jaw was tense, but he still looked handsome.
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