Night soon fell over the nameless city, bringing with it an uneasy silence that settled across the streets like a heavy blanket.
Inside Ross's camp, however, the atmosphere was completely different.
Food had already been distributed, and everyone gathered in small groups to eat.
The smell of roasted bison still lingered in the air, mixing with laughter and quiet conversation.
Despite the fact that they were all in an unknown alien world, fear was noticeably absent from this corner of the city.
Most survivors outside were still tense, constantly looking over their shoulders, haunted by uncertainty and danger.
But within Ross's camp, the mood was calm almost peaceful.
Those who had joined him, including his wives, children, and loyal followers, spoke freely as they ate.
Some shared stories of their past lives, others discussed plans for survival, and a few simply enjoyed the rare comfort of feeling safe again.
