2025-07-29 00:17:49They reached Echo Ridge just before sunset. The cabin sat at the top of a narrow gravel road, shrouded by thick pine trees and jagged cliffs on either side. To Mei, it looked like something out of a forgotten survival manual—modest, solid, a little crooked with age, but hidden well.
Jared cut the engine and sat still for a second. His eyes swept the treeline like they always had before he approached any shelter—measured, alert. You didn’t survive as long as he had by assuming any place was truly empty.
Mei leaned forward. “This is yours?”
He nodded. “I built it after I left the service. Never brought anyone here.”
“Why not?”
“Because this was the only place in the world that was mine.”
The wind picked up. It carried the faint scent of pine needles and distant smoke. Mei wrapped her arms around herself as they stepped out of the SUV. The air felt colder here—sharper.
Jared led the way to the front door, keys already in hand. He paused as he reached for the knob.
The door was slightly ajar.
He stilled.
Mei didn’t notice. “You okay?”
“Get back in the truck. Lock the doors.”
“What? Jared—”
He looked at her, just once, and she stopped. His voice was low, controlled. “Now.”
She obeyed.
Jared stepped to the side of the door, weapon drawn. The inside was too quiet. Too still. The kind of silence that screamed don’t trust this.
He nudged the door open with his foot. Wood creaked.
No movement.
No sound.
He slid inside, clearing the corners. The living room was untouched—dust on the mantle, old blankets folded. But the back door was cracked open. And there, on the kitchen counter, sat something that hadn’t been there before:
A single red apple.
Polished. Perfect.
Jared’s jaw tensed.
No one had been here in years. He’d made sure of it. The generator was off. There were no tracks on the gravel.
But the apple was fresh. Chillingly fresh.
A symbol.
He checked the rest of the cabin in silence. The upstairs bedroom. The crawl space. Nothing. No person. No noise. But every bone in his body told him someone had been there. Recently.
Back outside, he motioned for Mei. She climbed out, hesitant.
“There’s something wrong, isn’t there?”
“I’ll clear it again later. For now, we stay close. No lights after dark.”
“Why would someone leave fruit?”
“It’s not a gift.”
She didn’t ask what it meant. Her silence was answer enough.
Inside, she wandered through the small living space while Jared reignited the generator. The cabin hummed to life slowly—lights flickered on, fridge growled, and the distant sound of an old radio crackled in the background.
“Where do we sleep?”
“There’s a loft upstairs. You take the bed.”
“What about you?”
“I’ll be on watch.”
“You can’t stay awake forever.”
He looked up at her from where he was crouched, checking the locks. “I’ve done it before.”
There was no point arguing.
That night, the world outside felt closer than ever. The wind whistled through the trees like it carried messages from the dead. Mei lay in the upstairs bed wrapped in a borrowed blanket, listening to every creak of the wooden cabin, every distant animal call.
Downstairs, Jared sat near the fire, rifle across his lap, the apple resting on the mantle.
He hadn’t told Mei everything.
There were rumors—back when he was still embedded in special ops—that a group of people had predicted this collapse long before it came. Not preppers. Not survivalists. People with money, power, reach. They called themselves “The Custodians.” Silent players who believed in starting civilization over. From scratch.
He’d dismissed it at the time as just another ghost story passed around in military bars.
Now, he wasn’t so sure.
He tossed the apple into the fire.
The flames hissed.
—
[Time Remaining: 58 hrs 44 mins]
[Objective: Secure Outpost – 1 of 2 threats remaining]
The next morning brought a thick fog.
Jared was already outside, chopping wood when Mei woke up. She stepped out onto the porch, arms folded tight against the cold.
“You didn’t sleep.”
He didn’t look at her. “Didn’t need to.”
“Yes, you did.”
A silence passed.
“I heard something last night,” she said after a while. “In the trees. Maybe I imagined it.”
“You didn’t.”
Her face tightened. “So we’re not alone.”
“No.”
He wiped the axe clean, eyes sweeping the ridge again. “But that doesn’t mean they’ve won.”
Later, they checked the perimeter together. Jared taught her how to spot old tracks, how to walk without making noise, how to hold the rifle steady without flinching.
Mei learned fast.
Every time her foot slipped or her stance faltered, he corrected her without judgment.
“You’re not weak,” he said, once, when she hesitated to fire a warning shot into the trees. “You’ve just never been taught to fight.”
She aimed again.
The shot echoed across the ridge.
They didn’t talk much after that. There wasn’t room for small talk anymore. Only instinct. Movement. Breath.
But that night, as they sat by the fire again, she asked him something that caught him off guard.
“Why don’t you hate me?”
He blinked. “Why would I?”
“Because I lived in luxury while you scraped by. Because I ignored you for years. Because I never asked what you needed.”
Jared turned to her slowly. His face was shadowed, but his voice was steady.
“I don’t hate you, Mei. I just hated that you didn’t see how close the storm was.”
“And now?”
“Now I need you to see it clearly. Because I can’t do this alone anymore.”
She nodded.
Then quietly, she reached out—and took his hand.
It was a small gesture. But in a world this broken, it felt like hope.
[System Update: Emotional Bond Strengthened – Companion Status: Mei Bai – Level 1]
[Threat Signal Detected – North Ridge Sector – 1.8 km]
[Next Objective: Investigate Intrusion]
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