For the group outside the gates, the sight of the shelter's walls was almost surreal.
They had been walking for days, nerves stretched thin, unsure if they would find shelter or another ruin.
At first, many of them hesitated, afraid that approaching might trigger automated defenses or worse… another squad of Sentinels.
Henry, Nadia, and Enzo stood at the front. Unlike the others, they weren't born in this world. They were Foreign Survivors, transmigrated into the apocalypse from different lives, forced to adapt quickly or die in this world.
Henry had once been a soldier in his original world…
His instincts kept the group alive during ambushes, and his tactical sense made him their natural leader. He carried a battered rifle across his back, but his watchful eyes were his true weapon.
Nadia had been a medic before the apocalypse claimed her old life.
