Thursday: A Newfound Purpose
As they gathered their things, preparing to head out once again, Jas felt an odd sense of responsibility for the tiny chipmunk. It wasn’t just about survival anymore; they had someone—or rather, something—depending on them.
The world was still silent, the air thick with tension. They had no idea what lay ahead, but they couldn’t stay in one place forever. They had to keep moving. The chipmunk had become a symbol of the strange, fragile hope they were clinging to in a world that no longer made sense.