The truck rumbled over the last stretch of worn road, tires crunching on broken asphalt beneath them as the forest began to thin. Buzz leaned forward slightly, peering through the windshield like he might see better if he tried hard enough.
“Okay,” he muttered. “So… where exactly is this place supposed to be again?”
Sam didn’t answer right away, because she saw it. The trees ended suddenly, the thick line of forest giving way to a clearing that stretched farther than she could see. Sunlight spilled across the open land, glinting off rooftops and windows.
Her breath caught as New Dawn rose in front of them. Small houses and buildings dotted the outer edges, neat and organized in wide arcs. Beyond them stood the main pack house, massive and imposing, built of stone and metal that gleame
