Chapter 11: The Body Count Grows
As the sun disappeared behind the horizon, casting long shadows across the valley, New Haven came alive with the quiet sounds of the evening routine. Some of the survivors gathered around fires to share stories or relax after a long day of work. The scent of cooking food wafted through the air, adding a small sense of comfort in the harsh world they now lived in.
But for Lucy, the day wasn't over yet.
After the intimate moment between George and Raven on the porch, Lucy found her way to them, her usual energetic and playful demeanor lighting up the atmosphere. She bounded up the steps and leaned on the railing, grinning mischievously at the two of them.
"Well, look at you two," she teased, her voice dripping with mock suspicion. "Are we having one of those quiet, brooding leader moments again?"
George chuckled, shaking his head. "Just enjoying the sunset, Lucy."