Briar listened to the discussion carefully. She was beginning to think that maybe breaking off from the group would be her best bet. She had only ever been good at working together with her usual partner in unusual circumstances, and she wasn't here.
She thought about the shelters again. By herself, the resources beneath those hatches could sustain her for a long while, long enough, perhaps, for her to figure out how to get home.
She was trying to figure out exactly how long they could sustain her when a thought struck her.
The dead had exactly as many resources as she was calculating, so why were they dead?
The first culprit to come to mind was disease. Something had made them sick, and they hadn't survived it. And if that was the case, the bacteria involved could still be alive down there, and everyone here could already be infected.
She looked around. No one looked sick, but that didn't mean much. Still, she looked for another explanation.
Old age could be the guilty party -they had no way of knowing exactly how long the bodies had been there- but she doubted it was natural causes. This was the kind of place someone would know about, and it was unlikely the bodies would just be left to decompose like that if someone knew there were people here.
Maybe someone had killed them? That was the least worrying scenario. The killer would be long gone by now.
Briar decided to consult the others, "What killed them?" she asked, hoping someone could provide an explanation she hadn't seen.
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