Victor walked at a steady pace through the dirt path lined with footprints and the ashy remains of a recently extinguished campfire. Behind him, Lita followed in silence.
As they approached, the scene they found made Victor frown. A group of people sat casually in front of the hut, some munching on the remains of freshly grilled meat. The smell of rabbit meat still wafted through the air.
Victor swept his gaze across the neighborhood-no signs of commotion, no suspicious sounds, no traces of hurried steps. It was as if no one knew that two people had returned to the settlement he led.
"It's too quiet," Lita muttered, half-gritting her teeth.
"It's usually like this, isn't it?" Victor asked back.
The young woman stared at the residents with suspiciously narrowed eyes. She then leaned c
