Days passed—peaceful, or at least as peaceful as the end of the world could offer.
Alvaro and Cloud had both been assigned to the raiding squads, just as Sasha expected. She wasn't too worried, though. Those two were far from helpless; they fought like men who'd seen hell and decided to stay for breakfast.
Besides, she'd quietly slipped them enough supplies from her ring—ammo, rations, and medkits—to make sure they'd survive even if the camp fell apart tomorrow.
Life here was… different. Compared to the military bastion they'd come from in the south, this camp was practically a vacation resort.
The people were rough, yes, but the rules were looser, the tension lighter. There were no strict roll calls or shouted commands at dawn, no officers barking about hierarchy.
