Monday: A Distant Rumble
The group had settled into their temporary refuge, still shaken by the videos they’d seen. Roman was sharpening a knife when Jas pointed toward the horizon. "Do you hear that?"
A low, rumbling sound carried on the wind, like distant thunder but steadier, angrier. Ivy Mae stepped outside, shielding her eyes from the sun. "That’s not thunder," she said grimly. "It’s coming from the south."
Miracle barked sharply, his fur bristling. The group exchanged uneasy glances. Something was happening—something big.