Tasia kept her stern expression, "The gash on your leg is infected," she said to Andy, "It needs cleaned and sutures. And soon." She gestured to the wound. She watched carefully as Andy took a seat. She then turned her attention the red head "I hate to break it to you, but thanks to the war "Territory" is no longer a thing. No one owns anything unless you are holding in your hands." Tasia shoved her medical supplies in her knapsack and tossed in over her good shoulder and stood up. "But if it appeases you, i will happily leave the both of you to sort it out. I'll be on my way." She put out her fire. "Your leg makes you an easy target once you loose it to gangrene by the way." She pointed to Andy. "Perhaps you should fix that." She made her way to the tree line.<br/><br/>She stopped suddenly. She heard a rattling in the distance, the rattle turned to a roar and suddenly a beat up jalopy of a jeep  came into view. "rebels." Tasia growled. she turned to the other two, "Get up now." Tasia had feared this. She was down a shoulder making for an easy target. How would she defend herself? "We need to get to a place where they can't follow us." The jeep was speeding towards them. The passengers hollering and carrying on. Tasia took the trees, it would be harder to reach follow them through the thick brush. Tasia was solely focused on trying to make it out alive. As she ran, her attention wasn't focused on the surrounding much, and she slammed right into a man. She toppled to the ground, She jeep still trying to follow. Tasia, out of breath, scrambled her feet. She winced her shoulder was throbbing. The man's expression wasn't please, "sorry... Rebels." she said breathlessly.