That night no one slept in the shelter. As night descended upon the shelter, a palpable tension hung in the air, weighing heavily on the hearts of those who sought refuge within its confines. The events of the day had left them shaken and weary, their minds consumed by thoughts of what lay ahead.
Some among them trembled with fear at the memory of the battle that had unfolded earlier, the echoes of screams and the clash of weapons still ringing in their ears. For them, sleep was an elusive luxury, as nightmares of bloodshed and chaos haunted their restless minds.
Others paced anxiously, their eyes fixed on the entrance of the shelter as they waited with bated breath for another potential attack. Every rustle of leaves and every distant sound sent a shiver of apprehension down their spines, leaving them on edge and ready to spring into action at a moment's notice.
