The world’s End: Way of depression

The cold grip of winter began to loosen its hold, giving way to the first signs of spring. The snow melted, revealing patches of green that seemed almost miraculous in the stark landscape. The air, though still chilled, carried a promise of renewal and growth.

Noah and Sarah continued their efforts to rebuild and strengthen the settlement. They had established a council to help manage resources and make decisions, fostering a sense of community and shared responsibility. Under their leadership, the settlement became more organized and resilient.

One morning, as Noah patrolled the outskirts of their territory, he noticed a plume of smoke rising in the distance. He quickly gathered a small group and set out to investigate, caution and curiosity driving them forward.

After hours of trekking through the melting snow and dense woods, they stumbled upon a small encampment. It was clear that the people there were struggling, their makeshift shelters barely holding up against the elements. Noah signaled for his group to stay back and approached the camp cautiously.

A weary man, his face gaunt and eyes hollow, stepped forward.