When they were getting hungry and thirsty, Phylicia sent Preston Freeman to scout the ramp. They hadn’t heard anyone or seen anyone since they were incarcerated.
“Everyone is gone,” he reported shortly after leaving.
“Where did they all go?” Phylicia asked in disbelief.
“I have no idea,” Preston responded. “We can leave the pod now, though, and I would suggest we take turns guarding the ramp.”
“Is there anything to eat?” Heather asked.
It didn’t take them long to exit the transport pod and start to scour for food and water and anything else they thought they might need. Palmer, who had spent hours watching the hunters harvest a fish or two from the nearby stream, decided he’d try his hand at it.
“Where are all the supplies?” Phylicia asked as she looked around the underside of the po
