One of the little girls let out a whimper of fear as she dove behind her mother at the sound of the door closing behind them.
The room turned dark again, the only light source coming from the fire in front of them.
There was a cast iron pot of something boiling over top of the flames, supported by a tripod type structure with the pot hanging from a chain. There wasn't any smell coming from the vessel, even though Cheng Bo Jing could see steam coming up.
They must be boiling water, which would make sense. There had to be a lot of MREs and dehydrated food pouches around. Maybe the guy outside was joking about the whole cannibal thing.
"We'll be eating good tonight!" cried out the woman, raising her hands in the air as if she had gone out and hunted a deer for the group to eat. But what disturbed Cheng Bo Jing the most was the look of relief on the kid's faces at her words.
