If someone were to ask Emmilyn how she came to be the one people looked to, for direction. Leading the group of refugees all the could do was shrug her shoulders and shake her head.  "I just told people to start digging, help people.  Pointed them in a direction and then I knew, people were being told to come to me for direction."<br/><br/>Helping just made sense. Four days had passed, things were still crazy, but some order was being maintained. Even the few police and military were coming to her to find out what was being organized. Frankly, when it came to that. She needed someone who was smart and knew how to deal with the military side what kind of, well dangers would they face with the city in disorder. After 4 days, she'd not seen a single rescue or aid attempt from another city.  How sad to be left to fend for themselves.  Rumours about other groups gathering firepower some being quite forceful filtered in from refugees that made it from other sections. The Highway district being the closest the first group they heard about were the ones on Motorcycles.<br/><br/>All Emmilyn could do was hope and pray to whatever omnipotent force was listening, if there was one, pray for a chance to help people and not get caught up under fire for people trying to get what few supplies they had.  Anarchy was not something to look forward to.<br/><br/>Now, fact was she was doing alright with the shelter and medical. which what they had, it was the best that could be done.  Each time she met someone she tried to assess their strengths. To give them something to do that would not require too much effort, or a million questions coming her way.  Still, she had plenty of those, from the moment she woke till she went to bed and with plenty of interruptions in her sleep.<br/><br/>Frankly she was exhausted, not more then a few hours sleep here and there. It was beginning to take it's toll. Emmilyn knew she could no longer be trusted to perform anything medical. Not without a reasonable amount of sleep.<br/><br/>Emmilyn needed a second. Someone she could rely on to give her a break and preferably someone who knew the military or strategy things she wasn't familiar with.<br/><br/>