The first light of dawn stretched across the sky, painting it in hues of gold and crimson as a new day began. It had been four days since the surge, and the world was already reshaping itself in ways no one could have anticipated. Society was scrambling to adapt—some fighting for survival, others exploiting the chaos, and a few attempting to build something sustainable in this changed world.
Despite the eerie silence that blanketed the land, broken only by the occasional whisper of the wind, the undercurrent of change was undeniable.
As the sun rose higher, the two convoys—Aiden's and Grant's—began preparations to move out. Each had its own mission, its own goals, but their paths were set to collide soon enough.
