Moon and Isabelle arrived at the entrance to the underground bunker. Both of them paused before going in, their eyes scanning the surrounding terrain carefully.
The rocky outcrops, and even the sky above.
Thankfully, nothing moved. There were no pale figures with diamond symbols watching from a distance.
Only when they were sure did they slip inside.
The narrow passage swallowed them, and the howling wind faded behind them as they descended.
The stale air of the tunnels replaced it.
The main chamber was quieter than before. Most of the groups that had been eating and laughing were gone, likely returned to hunting or headed back to Earth for the day.
The fire pit where Joseph and his companions had been sitting was cold.
The only ones who remained were the others.
They sat in their usual spots against the walls, scattered across the chamber floor in the same positions Moon had seen them in hours ago.
