The twilight began to fade. The sky is a purplish ash color. The wind blew cold from the sea, carrying the scent of salt and the remnants of last night's rain.
Eric and Adora were lighting a small fire in front of the hut when the sound of hurried steps came from behind the bushes.
"RUN!" Sam's loud voice split the air. He was breathing hard, his clothes soaked with sweat and splattered with mud.
Adora jumped up in surprise. "Sam! What's wrong?"
"There are people! There's a lot of them! They realized I was there too. I don't know who they are, but we need to get out of here now!"
Eric stood up immediately. "How many people?"
"Two that I saw clearly. But there are more than five footprints," Sam replied quickly. "And they're speaking a language I don't recognize."
Adora was silent fo
