"This is messed up…" Jonas' voice was heavy, filled with indignation. He knew he would die before he could even begin his journey.
Terrence and Aurora shared the same thought.
But then, something happened.
Clank… Clank… Clank!
Pssh!
Several smoke grenades rolled across the ground, hissing as thick clouds erupted. None of them had noticed the grenades until the smoke began to spread, swallowing the garbage field in gray mist.
Terrence blinked in confusion. 'What's going on?'
Out of nowhere, a figure emerged. She was clad in a familiar uniform.
"That's…" Terrence's eyes widened. He recognized it instantly, it was the Survivor Gear given to all Foreign Survivors transported from Earth.
The figure was a woman, carrying hatchets in both hands, with several more strapped across her back. She was clearly prepared for battle.
