The camp was alive with muted activity as the survivors returned from their scouting missions. Jack sat at a makeshift table near the center of the camp, going through each group's reports. The burning wood cast a soft glow, flickering in the night breeze as voices murmured around him. Each scout detailed their findings: terrains they'd explored, water sources they'd found, and potential dangers they'd encountered. Jack's brow furrowed as he sifted through the options, weighing which location offered the best chance of survival.
Madison sat on the edge of her cot, stretching her arms with a yawn. She had already slipped into her simple gown for the night, a loose and comfortable garment designed for sleep. The soft fabric hung just above her knees, the cool air brushing against her exposed legs. She was about to lie down when she paused, a nagging thought tugging at her.
"I didn't see Nate when we got back," she murmured to herself, her brows knitting.
