The Safe Zone was still little more than a temporary encampment, but it had structure. People moved with purpose—gathering resources, reinforcing makeshift shelters, setting up supply caches.
Richard walked through it all, his expression calm, commanding.
"Perimeter patrols every three hours. We need to know if anyone else is moving nearby."
"Food inventory needs to be counted again. We don't ration yet, but we prepare for it."
"If someone refuses to work, they don't eat. No exceptions."
His orders were followed without question. That was the way it needed to be. The world no longer had space for weakness or wasted potential.
As he moved through the camp, a man hurried towards him—one of his scouts, out of breath from running.
"Newcomers," the man reported, barely hiding his excitement.
Richard slowed his steps. "How many?"
"Six. No sign of hostilities. They've been asking about the safe zone."
Richard gave a slow nod, his mind already working. Six was a good number—large enough to be capable, small enough to be manageable.
He turned towards the center of camp, where they were building the makeshift stage for that evening's gathering. The meeting where he would officially declare the beginning of his new civilisation.
"Let them come," he said. "I'll meet them myself."
---
When Richard arrived, the group was already helping out with the construction of the stage.
He stood near the stage, hands clasped behind his back, posture relaxed yet authoritative. His gaze swept over the group, taking in every detail.
The man in the lead—Victor. He radiated a quiet, disciplined intensity. Likely been in management or leadership. Seemed like the kind of man who'd do what needed to be done, no matter the cost. Useful. Dangerous, if not kept in check.
Next to him, Ethan. Larger, powerful, but lacking the same controlled presence. More of a brawler—useful in a fight and probably predictable, in the right way.
Maria. Her hands worked with practised calm, but her eyes weren't on the task—they were scanning the crowd. She was looking for someone. A mother, then. Desperation like that could be easily directed.
Lily. Nervous energy, but her eyes missed nothing. Quite the observant one. She mirrored others' movements unconsciously, reading the room constantly, adjusting in real-time. She was the kind of person who saw things others missed. He would have to watch her carefully.
Walter. The oldest of the group. He held himself with quiet confidence. Didn't speak unless it mattered. The way he observed the others felt less like judgement, more like quiet accounting. A thinker, perhaps. Or worse—a moralist.
Sam. His analysing gaze, already dissecting the situation. The way he watched Richard meant he was already asking questions. He's the kind that didn't stop once they started pulling threads.
Richard had seen enough people to know when something was missing. The group moved too deliberately, too aware of themselves. There was something else with them, even if it wasn't visible.
He didn't let it show on his face. Instead, he smiled—a practised, measured expression.
"Welcome," he said. "My name is Richard."
The conversation with Richard was brief but telling.
He spoke with the ease of a man who had long since accepted authority as his natural role. Every word was measured, every glance calculated. He didn't ask them too many questions—just enough to gauge their usefulness.
"You've made quite the journey," Richard remarked, his expression neutral yet vaguely approving. "Not many people make it this far without direction."
"We do what we have to," Victor replied, his tone carefully even.
Richard studied him for a beat longer before nodding. "That's a good mindset to have. People who adapt survive. People who hesitate..." His gaze flickered momentarily towards the larger camp behind him. "Well, you've probably seen what happens to them."
There was no need to elaborate.
"So, what's the plan?" Ethan asked, arms crossed. "This safe zone... what's the end goal here?"
Richard's lips curved into a faint smile, the kind that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Rebuilding. Structure. A world that doesn't crumble at the first sign of hardship." He gestured towards the workers still setting up the wooden stage. "Tonight, I'll be addressing everyone. The first step to something bigger."
Victor nodded. He's got control already. He just wants to make it official.
"I assume you'll be staying?" Richard asked, his eyes scanning the group.
"For now," Maria answered before anyone else could. "We're looking for friends and family. A stable, safe place to stay is good too."
Richard held her gaze for a moment. "In the meantime, if you're willing to help, we could use the extra hands."
It wasn't a direct order, but there was an expectation behind it.
After a short silence, Victor gave a simple nod. "We'll help where we can."
"Good," Richard said. "We'll speak again later."
With that, he turned and walked off, already giving orders to another group of workers.
Lily exhaled through her nose. "That guy doesn't waste words, does he?"
"No," Walter murmured. "And he doesn't waste effort, either."
There was something unsettling about him. Something off. For now though, they would play along.
---
AJ remained still, pressed low against the ground at the edge of camp.
He had moved carefully, keeping to the shadows, his form spread thin to avoid detection. He preferred to stay hidden, especially since his new form could create unnecessary problems.
So he waited.
His attention locked onto Richard as the man spoke. The way he carried himself. The way people responded to him—not just with respect, but obedience.
AJ didn't trust him.
His gaze flickered to Victor and the others. They were being watched carefully, studied.
He's not just listening. He's measuring them.
AJ shifted slightly, keeping his movements subtle. He didn't know if Richard could sense him, but something about the way the man's gaze occasionally flickered past the group made AJ wary.
He needed to be careful.
For now, he would remain unseen. But sooner or later, Richard would learn about him.
And AJ had a feeling their meeting wouldn't be smooth.
---
The group dispersed, offering help where they could without drawing too much attention to themselves. Despite the lack of any formal leadership beyond Richard, the camp had a rough sense of organisation—small clusters of people working together to prepare for the gathering, setting up temporary shelters, and sorting through scavenged supplies.
Victor assisted in lifting and positioning wooden planks for the stage. There were no defensive structures—there didn't need to be, the safe zone repelled the creatures outside. However, there was still a level of caution in how people moved. Many survivors kept their belongings close, their eyes constantly shifting, watching. Not for monsters, but for each other.
Ethan helped with moving supplies, carrying heavy bundles of materials from one side of camp to another. His strength made the work easy, and his straightforward manner put people at ease, though he noticed the way some of the others observed him—quietly assessing, as if wondering whether he was a potential threat or an asset.
Maria and Sam took a different approach, choosing to observe rather than immediately jump in. Maria, ever focused on her goal, studied the faces of those around her, scanning for any sign of her children.
Her heart pounded each time she spotted a younger face, but none of them were hers. Sam, meanwhile, was analysing the layout of the camp, noting how resources were stored, how people interacted, and how Richard's influence spread through quiet, unquestioned authority.
Lily spent time listening to conversations as she helped secure bindings for the wooden stand. The more she heard, the clearer it became that not everyone was fully convinced of Richard's leadership.
Some people spoke of him with quiet reverence, grateful for the stability he provided. Others were more cautious, watching and waiting, as if expecting something to shift.
Walter, meanwhile, sat near the camp's center and simply watched. People revealed far more in their natural movements than in their words. Some were hopeful, clinging to the idea of rebuilding. Others were wary, their trust not yet fully given. And then there were those who already belonged to Richard's vision, their loyalty unwavering.
The camp was stable—for now. But stability wasn't the same as security.
If they intended to stay, the group needed to figure out where they fit into all of this.
---
After some time, the group reconvened near a relatively secluded spot at the edge of the camp—a small, shaded area beneath a half-fallen tree. It wasn't truly hidden, but it was away from the main bustle of activity.
Victor sat down first, stretching out his legs. "We need to talk," he said, though his tone wasn't urgent. "But not yet."
Ethan dropped beside him with a grunt. "Agreed."
Maria sat a little further off, gaze still distant. Lily leaned against the tree, arms crossed, whilst Sam knelt down, idly tracing lines in the dirt as if organising his thoughts.
Walter settled in, exhaling slowly. "Rest whilst you can," he advised.
For a while, there was only silence. Some of them ate small rations from their packs, others just sat, collecting their thoughts.
Lily, always restless with youthful energy, eventually spoke. "I'm going to try again."
Victor gave her a questioning look. "Try what?"
She gestured vaguely to the air. "Mana."
Ethan frowned. "You really think we can figure it out like that"
"I think it's worth trying," Lily shot back.
She closed her eyes, focusing inward. She tried to reach out—not physically, but with something else. She had felt it before, in moments of intensity, in the heat of battle. But now, sitting still, she found it elusive.
Sam attempted something similar. He wasn't reaching blindly—he was searching, trying to pinpoint what made the air feel different, what made their bodies react the way they had in combat.
Victor and Walter didn't try, but they watched curiously.
Ethan, impatient, leaned back against the tree. "I'll stick to punching things, thanks."
A few minutes passed. Then, with the faintest ripple, AJ appeared.
He had been waiting just outside their immediate line of sight.
None of them reacted with surprise.
Walter, without turning, simply said, "You know, if we plan on staying here, you're going to have to reveal yourself."
AJ didn't reply at first. Then, after a moment, his surface shifted slightly—a ripple of uncertainty.
Lily stretched, cracking her neck. "Walter's right," she said. "But at the same time, it's probably a good thing you haven't been seen yet. If someone here freaked out about you, we might've been in trouble before we even had a chance to settle in."
Victor leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "For now, we don't make any decisions. We watch, we listen, and we figure out what kind of place this really is."
AJ still hadn't spoken—not that he could anyway. But after a moment, he shifted right, a silent acknowledgement.
Whether or not Richard knew about him...
AJ wouldn't be hiding forever.