Adora, Eric, and Sam returned from the spring with clean bodies, hair still half wet, and faces that looked fresher than the previous days. They walked leisurely down the slope, making small talk, occasionally laughing lightly about who took the longest to bathe or who wasted the most water.
However, their laughter slowly vanished as they approached the makeshift hut they had tidied up earlier that morning.
Eric's steps stopped first. He stared ahead with a furrowed brow. "Wait, that."
Adora and Sam turned their heads. The hut no longer looked like the one they left behind. The leaves on the ground were scattered, the tent that had been neatly folded was now partially open, and the ropes that had been tied between the logs seemed to have come loose. Faint footprints could be seen on the
