The group of men, who had been pushing their limits, furrowed their brows when they saw Lola standing in the middle of their path.
What is she doing? they wondered.
None of them dared speak a word, conserving their energy just to last a little longer. They had been running for days now, with barely any food or sleep. Even so, if they somehow managed to survive an entire month of this, Atlas would let them off. The chances were low, but they had to take it.
Meanwhile, Lola stood there with her arms spread wide, trying to stop them. Much to her dismay, the men didn't stop. Instead, they continued jogging, parting in the middle to avoid her and regrouping seamlessly once the last row passed by.
"??"
Confused, Lola turned to watch them continue. "Are they ants?"
She glanced at Allen, who was still drinking his coffee off to the side. He merely shrugged.
