"Half an hour's walk."
Stepping out a beat behind, Flossie Wright responded indifferently.
Since it wasn't raining, she naturally took off her raincoat and tossed it to Devina Millet, who had become a "beast of burden."
At this moment, Flossie was dressed just like the rest of them.
However—
Only she had the leisure to take off her hat and painstakingly remove the random weeds from her hair.
Flossie wasn't a stickler for cleanliness, but after several days without a bath, and with the dirt clinging to her, she was somewhat uncomfortable.
Soon, Cassie Ferguson and Bonnie Reyes caught up quickly.
"There were no ambushes at the last three points, so the likelihood is greater at the next one," Devina Millet analyzed as she lay motionless on the ground, "It's also getting late. How about we set up a Sanctuary nearby and rest for the night?"
Flossie had no objections to this.
As Devina Millet said, the next point was most likely to have an ambush.
