"Don't know what's their problems," I muttered to myself as I saw the retreating figure of Kale.
"Anyway we should head inside now." not minding what happened a few moments ago I turned towards Emma and said.
Emma silently nodded her head as we took the first step inside of Train station.
The atmosphere inside the train station was heavy with a mix of tension and weariness. The survivors moved about, their eyes reflecting the harsh reality they faced.
Emma walked silently beside me, her gaze shifting between the survivors and the dimly lit surroundings. It was evident that she carried her thoughts, perhaps influenced by the encounter with Mark and the others.
I couldn't blame them for being cautious. In a world where trust was a scarce resource, alliances formed and dissolved with the changing tides of survival.
