Korah leaned over and placed her head on the shoulders of the last girl, Hannah Berkman. Hannah was like a smaller version of Abigail, shorter, a little more muscular and a little darker than the girl in the passenger seat. Smiling a little, she reached up and put an arm around her friend, letting the girl rest. Hannah was dressed simply and casually in a pair of blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a pair of sneakers. Her jeans were tight enough but she wasn't really dressed to get men. "What's that over there?" she asked, pointing to lights in the distance off a sideroad.

Miriam steered the car over, heading towards the light. "We'll find out soon enough. At the least, they can probably tell us where we need to get going."

Miriam moved towards the lights but slammed on the breaks as soon as she got a goodview. There was a small camp in the middle of nowhere where a fairly varied (but all Caucasiam) group of men in paramilitary uniforms seemed to be camped. Many of the men had rifles, there were tents and cooking fires everywhere. It was like something out of one of those movies about scary people in places like...Well, like Montana. Miriam started to gently apply pressure to the break but it was too late. Armed men had already stepped into the path both behind and in front of the van.