The night before, Russell worked quietly with the others to bury the three corpses.
They no longer had the Special Furnace in the shelter, so there was no need to use the bodies as fuel. Instead, the survivors dug shallow graves beyond the damaged wall, marking each with a simple stone.
Russell knew the dead well.
All three had once served as scouts, but they sustained injuries while fleeing from Sentinels. Those injuries had forced them to take on odd jobs inside the shelter instead.
Seeing their lifeless bodies laid to rest stirred something heavy in his chest.
"Haa~" Russel sighed as he looked at them.
He wasn't new to death. The A.I. apocalypse had hardened him long ago, but familiarity never dulled the pain he felt.
For some time, he stood silently as the dirt was shoveled over them.
***
By dawn, Kai already accepted the fact that the mutated humans who had attacked them weren't part of the Global Hunt event.
