Ethan
Having a destination didn't make the island safer.
But it changed something inside me.
Before, every step forward had been empty just movement for the sake of staying alive. Now, every step felt like it was pointed toward something, toward Mom. Toward answers. Toward the only place on Nako Island that had ever felt… solid.
The college.
I could still picture her there. Hair tied back. Jacket half-buttoned. Talking too fast about molecules and reactions like the world made sense if you just broke it down small enough.
Maybe she'd still believe that now.
Maybe she'd know what to do.
Beside me, Lila walked silently, Hana tucked close under her arm. Our reasons were different, but our direction was the same.
We were going to leave this forest.
We had to.
The trees eventually thinned enough that I could see farther between the trunks. The ground here was smoother. Long scars dragged through the dirt where something massive had scraped along the surface.
Alexa swallowed. "They've been here…"
"Everywhere," Alex whispered.
We walked the edge of the clearing instead of crossing it. The air felt heavier here. Like stepping too hard would be a mistake.
A tremor rolled beneath the soil.
Slow.
Alive.
Hana whimpered. Lila's arm tightened around her.
I didn't tell anyone it would be okay.
I didn't lie anymore.
"We keep heading north," I said quietly. "The college isn't far from the main road. Once we clear the forest, we follow the highway."
"And we find them," Lila added not loudly, not hopeful.
Just certain.
Like a promise she was daring the world to break.
The tremor faded. The soil stilled.
We moved on.
Five small figures in a too-quiet world, walking toward the only place that still felt like it could hold our parents. The only place that meant order. Logic. Safety.
Science.
But as we walked, I couldn't shake the thought forming at the back of my mind:
If the ground itself was alive…
Then maybe the college wasn't a place for answers.
Maybe it was just another thing waiting to be swallowed.
And still, we walked.
Because sometimes moving toward the people you love is the only choice the world leaves you.
And hope, even on an island like this, was louder than fear.
For now.
