The Meeting
PRESENT TIME
In the shelter, the air was heavy with the tension of the unknown.
The survivors, worn and weary, huddled together, their eyes trained on the midnight abyss.
Hours had crept by, marked by watch rotations to keep vigilant against potential Goblin threats.
It was Jake's turn at the watch.
He stood near the entrance, the dim moonlight providing a faint glow, enough to make out the shadows that danced in the distance.
He kept a keen eye on the surroundings, muscles tensed for any sign of danger.
Amidst the quiet rustle of leaves and the distant hum of the wilderness, a peculiar movement caught Jake's attention.
He squinted, trying to pierce through the darkness.
The bushes seemed to shift, hinting at a presence lurking within.
Creeping closer for a better view, he suddenly felt a hand rest on his shoulder.
Startled, he leaped and found himself sprawling on the ground.