THE OUTPOST — ‘HAVEN SOUTH’
As they got closer, the lights grew brighter, revealing a cluster of caravans, reinforced shacks, and tall scrap-metal walls. A gate stood half-open, guarded by two tired-looking spotlights.
A sign—spray-painted unevenly across an old road sign—read:
HAVEN SOUTH
– If you’re human, welcome
– If not, keep walking
Mewo laughed.
“Sounds friendly enough.”
Norther squinted.
“Does the cat count as human?”
Randomiser whispered, “If they touch the cat, I riot.”
They approached the gate carefully, hands visible.
A voice shouted from the watchtower built from welded streetlights:
“STOP! Identify yourselves!”
Toady stepped forward.
“We’re survivors. We came from Bunker EU–04.”
The guard stared for a long moment.
“Holy hell… I thought that bunker was abandoned.”
He motioned toward them. “Come on in. You’re safe here.”
The gate groaned open.
And as they stepped inside the outpost—
They saw familiar faces.
THE ONES WHO DIDN’T COME
Three figures stood near a campfire, talking quietly. When they looked up—
Mewo gasped.
“No freaking way.”
Shira covered her mouth, eyes watering.
“I thought they didn’t want to come…”
Toady broke into a smile.
“Guys—!”
The three figures rushed over.
