Phoenix Maplewood hello, scarface

Girl! Help out. Sadey called to her, and Indra moved begrudgingly to do as she was told; her attention flickered to Colt and back, in case he had other orders; but she remembered how Sadey saw her as some unmoored vessel, drifting from current to current until Colt's was the only pulse she followed.
Indra set to gathering from one cache or another, or scraping the earth, to try and scavenge up anything worth keeping. She'd pull her weight and prove to all of them she wasn't some mindless kid, in the end.
She heard, all the while, of this brain-eating thing and her blood ran cold.
Once yew got it, yew die.
Indra worked faster.