Hearing that from Riku, the five survivors jumped down from the aisle.
"Who are you?" asked the man who seemed to be their spokesman—mid-twenties, casual clothes, messy hair, the look of someone who had been an ordinary civilian before the world fell apart.
Riku's eyes flicked over the group quickly, cataloging details the way a soldier would. Two men were wearing scuffed sneakers and torn jeans. The other had a backpack slung over one shoulder, probably their supply carrier. The women were dressed lightly, one with a jacket tied around her waist, the other gripping a broken broom handle like it was her only lifeline.
"I'm a survivor," Riku said evenly. He motioned slightly toward Miko, who stayed half a step behind him with her Glock still at the ready. "And this girl here—she's my partner."
The word made Miko stiffen. A faint blush rose on her cheeks, and she looked down, suddenly shy despite the situation.
