Leaving Lukow, we heard small arms fire coming from down the hill. Against our better instincts, we decided to check it out. And I'm glad we did. A young teenage girl, who said her name was Mary, was trapped on top of a car, surrounded by the rotters. She barely spoke in words, instead, she growled and barked like an animal. But I can't just leave a child out here on their own. Not even if they're strange.
Not even if they're dangerous.