"You... you guys aren't from around here, are you?" The man suddenly asked, his voice sharp with suspicion, making Shiva and Rhea tense up.
Avya had brought these people along because of their unique talents, but when Kali saw them, all he noticed was their youth.
Someone like him—who had lived through the harrowing twists and turns of the apocalypse—had a sharp eye for telling apart battle-hardened survivors from inexperienced wanderers. And these people? They were greenhorns.
Even Avya knew it. These were kids forced to live an adult life far too soon. Shiva was strong, capable of tearing through zombies with raw power, but he had barely seen the world beyond battlefields.
Lila and Rhea were intelligent and resourceful, capable of analyzing data and mapping paths with precision. Yet, their overreliance on information made them blind to nuance—the subtle dangers that couldn't be calculated on a screen.
