Chapter Thirty-Nine

It's been a while.

The wind felt nice on Seth's skin as he walked through the forest.

He'd left his tent shortly after he'd addressed everyone. Adjusting to the new way things were being run wasn't easy for most but thankfully people were gradually adapting to the new way of living.

And it was his job to make sure everyone was in order, all seventy of them. New survivors arrived each week and sometimes a few days in between.

Food was never an issue, it was abundant on the island. The three knew what was coming and had stored up enough reserve to last at least 100 people for three years.

People were on edge, Seth could feel it. Tension slithered the atmosphere and despite the prayers, he could feel the darkness tethering on the edge of the island.

He still had Will to worry about. His job wasn't over yet.

Seth had found a place to pray as soon as they'd arrived.