The others headed my way in stunned amazement.
“Sit down,” Inglorious ordered the man. He reached out and grasped him as the guy stared blankly.
“What happened?” he asked.
“Get Doc!” Inglorious snapped. Hercules rushed away to direct Doc to us. They reappeared moments later.
“Set up here,” I directed, noting it was a fairly clear part of the field. The others unpacked some of the items from Drew’s vehicle and moved into action. A tent was erected, and huge searchlights were switched on, chasing away the darkness and providing a beacon for those who had survived. A second tent popped up, this one for triage. The first would be the control centre.
“Got a body,” Lasher called out from close by.
“Tag it, but don’t move it,” Drew replied.
“Head out, use torches. If you find a body, tag it and move on. If they’re alive, radio back,” Inglorious ordered as Doc took over caring for the survivor.
I headed out, unsure what I would discover. The field was littered with debris. I stumbled over a body and nearly puked at the sight of it. It was a burn victim, and they weren’t breathing.
There was nothing I could do, so I tagged it and carried on. Several more bodies were discovered; they must have fallen as the zeppelin nosedived.
“Survivor!” Moon called over the radio. “A woman.”
“Can you bring her in?”
“Need a stretcher, her legs are in a bad way,” Moon replied.
“Sending Rory, pop a flare,” Oil ordered from the command centre.
I flinched as something exploded, and I spun to see what. It was another piece of the zeppelin. Headlights shone, and I guessed Onyx had arrived. The Riders of Vengeance were the closest MC to us, and it made sense they’d arrive first.
“Found a kid, he’s alive,” Razor called in. “Bringing him in.”
Ten minutes passed as we got deeper into the field. We moved slowly because there was so much debris that a person could be under it and we’d miss them. We discovered more bodies, all with various degrees of burns.
Suddenly, a woman stumbled into my path. Her hair was loose around her shoulders, and her clothes were torn. Her skin was as white as a ghost, and she had a bruise on her face.
“Ma’am, are you hurt?” I demanded as she gripped my arms as if I were a lifeline.
“It blew up,” she gasped.
“Yeah. Are you injured?”
“I don’t think so; I might be in shock,” she replied as she tried to focus on me. I glanced behind her. If she had come from the broken gondola, she wandered across half the field when I’d found her.
“What’s your name?” I asked, trying to prolong her talking. “I’m going to inspect you quickly for wounds.”
“Amy Wright. I was on the zeppelin having a late dinner with a friend, but I can’t find her.”
“We’ll keep looking,” I replied.
“She’s called Natasha. She’s blonde with green eyes, and about five feet six.”
A quick check of Amy showed no obvious injuries, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have internal ones.
“Amy, we’ve got a triage tent over there. Can I walk you to it?”
“What about Natasha?” Amy demanded, peering around her. I didn’t think she was really taking anything in.
“Let me shout someone to keep searching,” I said. Amy nodded but didn’t move, and I realised she was waiting for me to radio in.
