Morning arrived, but the world outside remained cloaked in darkness. Thick, heavy clouds stretched endlessly across the sky, blocking any trace of sunlight.
The storm had calmed, but the air remained damp and cold, carrying a lingering unease that no one could ignore.
The plateau, once battered by relentless winds and rain, now felt eerily still.
It wasn't the peaceful kind of silence, it was the kind that made people glance over their shoulders, expecting something to emerge from the mist.
Despite their exhaustion, those who were still in good condition moved to help each other.
The scent of food, however meager, soon drifted through the camp as they prepared breakfast.
Some boiled what little water they had left to make it safe to drink, while others rationed supplies, stretching them as far as possible.
No one complained, but the worry was evident in their eyes. They all knew the food wouldn't last long.
