Roana stayed silent as her colonel talked about the status. Once he mentioned that they would just rest up for a bit for moving out to head quarters, she kind of didn't want to go. It was such a pain to deal with Bloodhounds and how ruthless they were. Not only did they want to have constant wars and fights to the death, they did it in a manner that caused so much destruction. She blamed the brainwashing they went through. The people who were once descent people. She at one point tried to reason with a bloodhound, but that just ended up with them trying to kill her. She found herself thinking long and hard about what she should do. But in the end, fighting for survival was the only answer. "Colonel, we can use the underground tunnels to get past them." She was referring to the underground military tunnels that had been abandoned for a long time. They stretched all over the united states and it was the only thing that the bloodhounds haven't been able to find.<br/>--<br/>Lynae was traveling by horse and wagon to a more populated city. The wagon in question carried a large supply of fruits, vegetables, and packed fresh cut meat of many animals (fish, shark, whale, crocodile, bird, hog, leopard, jaguar, and many others).  Wearing a cloak as to hide her lack of clothing, she had been traveling for three weeks. Clearing a canyon, she saw a long strip of country land that laid out before her. Far off to the right of her was a huge body of water that Lynae had to guess was the Atlantic ocean.  She and her adopted son were finally in North America, a land she had only been to two times prior to this. By the land scape, she guessed this was Texas. From the map she carried, the nearest large city was ten miles away. That was do-able.