(It would take about 8 days of none stop walking to get there. Or 192 hours.)

"I'll push...." Waylon looked at the man in the wheelchair. "I don't think we caught your name son."

"Omid, sir." The boy said looking up at them. "Please you don't have to do this for me if it's too much trouble..."

"yeah but your leg needs to heal" Otis says then looks at the road. "i guess we're gonna walk home" Otis says then walks a few steps and stops and waits for his 'left to die' buddies

Waylon-
He winced as he took ahold of the wheel chair and started to push. "It a wonder that were not all dead..." The man sighed and limped along. "I mean you Otis were shot in the neck yet managed to live, I was guy shot though I'm not out of the water yet, and Omid looks like he was hit by a truck."

Omid-
"That's because I was, well my legs were ran over atleast." He gave a weeks smile. "We can make it home together, I have a feeling."

"well the bullet missed my vitals and made me black out" Otis says then begins to walk

Waylon-
"A bit of luck if I ever saw one." He said. "I wasn't as lucky, the bullet got a pretty good shot on me, nothing the doctors can't fix."

Omid-
"If we make it. Please just leave me if I become too much, I don't want to slow you guys down. I really don't have much to return to back home." The man said sadly.

'i want the soldiers to feel guilty like murdering a person' Otis thinks then says "well no man left behind" Otis says then looks at the flowers on the side of the road 'strange for flowers to bloom' he thinks

Waylon-
He smiled a bit. "At least someone remembers, unlike the others." Waylon looked up at the sky and took a deep breath. "It shouldn't be long now, we'll get there with plenty of time before dark."

Omid-
"You said 500 miles?" His fingers raised as he did the math. "It will take us about 192 hours to walk that far, still think we can do it?" Waylon looked at him crossly.

Waylon-
"I know we can or we'll die trying." The man growled.

"yeah. they will be back for the supplies they left. at least IF we die on the road they will see and still feel guilty..." he says then looks at a short field of grass and thinks of his family and home. 'they will pay' he thinks and clenches a fist

Waylon-
"That just means that we have to stick to the road, someone's bound to come along and find us." He winced a bit as he took too large of a step. "But if not than we just keep walking."

Name: Mia Leforta
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Behavior: She is a kindhearted girl who trusts easily and is often calm and happy. More often than not she is found healing baby animals and older ones, too. Mia also has two pet wolves, Piania and Harp. She has had them since she found them when she was young injured.
Abilities: She is a skilled medic and is decent in combat although she prefers the bow.
Injury: A slash across the face, sprained ankle
Appearance:

Her wolf, Piania (female):

Her other wolf, Harp (female):

(I hope I'm not too late x3)