All was quiet, all was soft, and all was generally peaceful as the sun slowly started its climb into the sky that morning. The dew covered Romanian landscape was empty, save for a few scattering winter-bitten trees, and of course the six fugitive children who were hiding behind a crumbling cement wall--the only remains of what was probably someone’s house decades ago. The fields showed no signs of the war going on across the globe though, no, it was untouched save for a few hastily constructed signs, pointing to the nearest cities and fallout shelters, along with the distances to travel to said places.
Seager had been content to stay for several days, allowing newcomers like Christiana to adjust to life on the run. The nights were warm enough to sleep comfortably with the absence of a fire, their food supplies were plentiful thanks to Levi’s last stupid stunt…A stunt that the poor boy was still recovering from. Currently Levi was slumped over, left arm dangling usele