The days passed by, and many things changed. The number of students joining them decreased, and the tall Walls giving them sense of security from dune crawlers.
But one thing remained constant—Death. Students kept dying at regular intervals.
Tension ran high in the settlement. All the students were on edge, yet no one had found anything so far.
The foundation supporting the students' survival was slowly crumbling under the weight of continuous tension and the fear of death.
"People have already started leaving the settlement," Theron said, looking up to meet the group's eyes.
Gracie rubbed her temples. "That's not the problem. They'll eventually return if they don't want to die. The main problem is—" Gracie hesitated, "how long can people hold out before they start killing each other?"
Those weren't just words—they were weights that crushed hope. The only silver lining was that not many students were there. Only the strongest and most optimistic were present.
