Bramble arrived quickly. After acting as a gofer, Shawn Lawler headed back.
Upon learning of Faye Yardley's plan, Bramble grew very excited. Its vines, like brown tentacles, descended from the edge of the raft and probed into the sea.
For now, it was just a drop in temperature; no new event had begun.
The temperature, hovering at five or six degrees below zero, didn't cause much harm besides making people feel a bit cold. After all, those who had survived here for over a hundred days had all seen a general improvement in their Constitution.
In this era of one person per raft, you didn't have the strength to act like a prince or princess even if you wanted to.
Even among the second wave of arrivals, if their families weren't strong enough and they themselves weren't willing to try, they were likely already dead.
They had become one of the disappearing numbers in the bottom-left corner of the screen.
