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Signs of Survival
The figures who appeared from the trees were holding crude weapons made of sharpened stones and wood. Their clothes were pieced together from scraps of fabric and natural fibers. “They’ve adapted incredibly,” Rick whispered, his eyes scanning the group. The weapons weren’t raised but held firmly, a clear sign of defense. It was a moment of silent negotiation, where trust would either be built—or lost entirely.
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