Willow Yardley lifted a hand and adjusted her eyes, getting a crystal-clear view of the raft that had appeared across from them. "It's a Level Five Raft. Onboard is a well-built man, about thirty years old."
"Are any other rafts appearing from other directions?"
"Other than the one that just appeared, the closest one to us is Logan Langdon's."
Faye Yardley felt she might have a bit of a split personality. She genuinely didn't want to see humanity go extinct, wished for more survivors, and even enjoyed the lively buzz of the constantly scrolling regional channel.
But on the other hand, she hated having strangers nearby, especially when they appeared so suddenly. It shattered her sense of peace and made her feel anxious.
'Maybe I'm a little paranoid, too. I always feel like people who suddenly appear nearby have ill intentions.'
BEEP BEEP BEEP~
It was a call from Logan Langdon, of all people.
