The boss had been uneasy ever since Noah called.
Something about this move didn't sit right with him. The feeling had settled in his chest like a stone, cold and heavy, growing with every passing mile. His instincts, honed by years of survival in a world where trust was a liability, told him to stay put, to trust the compound they'd already fortified. But Noah had insisted, his voice sharp with an urgency that bordered on panic.
"Move before Novaterra gets there."
Those words had been enough. The fear in Noah's voice had been contagious, spreading through him like a virus, infecting every decision he made. He had given the order to evacuate, watching as years of work were packed into those windowless vans. The victims had been herded like cattle, their chains clinking with every step.
