Just as the sun was beginning to set, we approached a heavily wooded area, leaving the barren desert landscape far behind us.
Everyone was packed into the truck alongside the waning supplies. Only Noah and Will sat up front, Will driving. Trying to avoid civilisation, he had mainly driven off-road making the ride slow and bumpy. Luckily the truck could take it, designed for much worse landscapes than this.
Now we were back on a slightly smoother, well-worn road nearing the campsite we intended to spend the night at. The others were all excited at the prospect of sleeping in beds and meeting new faces; however, I couldn't escape the looming sense of dread in the pit of my stomach.
In the dream, I had been here before and met the small ragtag of soldiers trying to make a survivors camp with the small group of civilians they had rescued. Although, that had been during the freezing cold January, with a different group of people. So who knows what else had changed?
