~ Third Person's Point of View ~
The wind blows up the long trees and grasses in the forest. Even the birds began to fly back to their nests as their work for the daytime was done. Survivors know that it was the vestige that darkness is appearing.
Without wasting much time and efforts, every human being who is still alive gathered all the firewoods that they have collected to make and keep up the fire the whole night.
Some survivors have collected fruits, vegetables and even wild root crops for them not to starve to death. However, survivors who lurked at way from the forest have tried to search the nearby territories, hoping that there might be sustenance in there.
"Mariya, we have to go back now! The sun is starting to disappear!"
Iva exclaimed while carrying a basket with only half of the sweet potatoes they have planted before the apocalypse.
