The groups days at the bunker turned to weeks. And weeks turned into months. In that time they had worked tirelessly to find a way to communicate with any survivors, planted seeds for some fruits and vegetables just outside of the concrete plane (though most of the plants would not bare produce for quite some time), and taken steps to teach themselves how to hunt. Sasha and Jared had become distant from one another, but had remained friendly. Mark and Riley had both proven to be competent hunters, and Lieutenant General Yarran had taken to writing stories to pass the time. These stories were quite good. At least, Eris and Dorian thought they were. Tall tales of wonder and fantasy. Knights and dragons, magic and murder, mystery and mythical creatures. Eris and Dorian often badgered him to r
