The squads did not stir even when dawn came, and Sagiri did not stir for a long time until the sun rose, and he finally stirred. He needed to circle the perimeter and check as far out as he could, like always.
He jumped down from the stone roof just as the sun started to peek from behind the horizon. The sun in this place was an enemy. Having grown up in the east and spending time in the northern pentagons for a year, he had never seen such relentless sun, and it took him a while to adapt. Same to the Tatani. They had been living underground for a decade or two, and some had passed away in the early days from heat stroke. save to say they all had to build shelters quickly.
"Good morning, chief?" A group of women going to the only well-greeted. It had taken a month to build the well Nokai had dug and dug and dug for days before touching the water table that was a million feet underground.
