It was late, around seven in the evening, the sun had since set and the sky looked dark with a hint of setting bluish in the far distance. The entire camp were out in the burning cold with torchlight, burning candles and phone flashlight. There was no rain anymore, thank God, but from the sounds of thunder far away, that might not be the case in a short while. Jameela wrapped her thick beige blanket around herself, as she shivered. It was ironic - how just few hours ago, they were all complaining of the hot sun, and now all they could do was speak in hushed tones about the...